Kallola

Emirates Parent Plus. April 2010. Five perfectly formed, shining examples of excellence lay neatly arranged in the order of their size on my little fighter’s palm. Fighter, because he had gone off in a huff, to do my own thing , after grudgingly doing me the favour of drinking his evening milk down to the last drop. The shining examples were five clay models of vegetables that he moulded in the anger of having to do tea at tea-time. Of course, it didn’t come free – but more of that in a bit. He does this to me often. Eating quickly enough, just doing anything without a well-wrought explanation, not stopping a task to why? at everything (this is Why?- Phase II; you will be subjected, resistance is futile) are all events I have to be grateful for. And when any of these rare feats is achieved, God knows, I am eternally grateful. Then he takes off stomping and returns before I could have regained my breath, with a stunner. Maybe for only a little, teeny, weeny while, but at that