Category Archives: Mommy Tales

I was beaming with joy and pride as I studied the masterpiece.
An immortal piece of art, I’m sure.
Yeah ! you guessed it right.
It’s a SPIDER drawn by my 3 year old.
It was a very special spider with 10 legs, one eye and a big mouth.
Dutifully , he reminded me that his spider needed a big mouth to SMILE.
Looking around , I could sense that I was the only one who could see a spider in those strokes.
Not every layman can understand or appreciate the work of the masters.

“Mommy , mommy, a jumping truck”, my son yelled.
“Yeah.that’s a truck”, I said.
“No, a jumping truck”, he corrected me.
“It’s a U Haul…see U-H-A-U-L” , I promptly corrected him and stood very Mommyish.
“See a frog… a green frog.
It’s a jumping truck. ” , he proclaimed.
Seeing the big green frog painted on the truck’s body, I finally ‘got it’.
Both of us shouted , ” Daddy, a jumping truck.”

Scene I:

“Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.”

Yeah, it just seems silly.Why do they make songs like these?
Come on, ” the cow jumped over the moon”?
You gotta be kidding me.

Scene II:
“Hey diddle diddle,The Cat and the fiddle,The Cow jumped over the moon,The little Dog laughed to see such sport,And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.”

Wow! My baby! He knows the whole song.Isn’t that wonderful ? Yeah , I know son… It is such a lovely song!

“It’s not your Birthday.
Why do you want a birthday balloon?”
All the books on parenting are against bribing.
But I just want to finish shopping and go home.
How am I ever going to do that with a shouting and screaming 3 yr old in my shopping cart?
OK… OK… Let me see.
$3 ?
Three dollars for a balloon!
How long will you play with it?
How much Indian rupees is that ?
No, don’t think.
You won’t be able to buy anything if you do that.
Here have it your way.
I think I have to read a book on disciplining a preschooler now.

“Mommy, Mommy, P!”
“What? Where?”
“There are two P’s in the balloon.”
“Wow! You found that.”
He spelled…. H-A-P-P-Y.
Here it comes… here it comes.
No, that was wishing too much.
He is not going to read it.
“It says Happy … Happy Birthday.”
” Mommy, two P.”
“OK . You got a balloon with 2 P’s.
Happy?”
“No… 2P.”