Amazing Kids psychology

My friend has twins boys. They are 3 years old. We were having a casual conversation yesterday. The twins are extremely energetic and active through the day, I sometimes wonder how she handles them through without going crazy any given day. One of them always throws tantrums and the other always climbs, jumps and do all sorts of havoc the normal 3 yrs olds creates around house.

On this particular day, the second one ('coz he was 3 mnts or so late in seeing the world) was throwing a big tantrum, screaming and crying for a toy the older twin had. Seeing this, the older twin gave the toy to this little guy. All the crying stopped. my friend, the mom was wondering about the behaviour and decided to ask the boy why he behaves in such way. Let me put it in her own words.

Mom: Why do you cry always when he has the toys?
YT: because if I cry, he always gives me the toy.

Man was I amazed at the cryptic answer!!!!! What problem solving skills this little one has? May be he will be a very successful Project Manager in future! Cute kids. God Bless them!

Oops there goes the dream :)

Our conversation this morning in the breakfast table was totally focused on...yes, you guessed it, the Obama inauguration. My son was very informed! he said Obama is going to be the first African American President and the 44th president of United States of America. Well then he asked, " Mommy why were they no African American presidents in the world?" I said , " Countries other than America, like African countries have had African American presidents." Only a thoughtful nod ensued.

The dad pitched in and asked the son, do you remember when we visited DC, we bought you a T-shirt saying "Future President?" . My boy obvoiusly had been thinking of other stuff to answer. So now here he goes "who will be the president in four years dad?" "We don't know." "In ten years?" No" In thirty years?" Here we did something, we told him in unison "May be you". i started building castles, in the air ofcourse - dreaming to be the presidential grandma, living in the whitehouse to take care of my grandchildren etc etc.. the wail "nooooooooo" from my son jolted me back. He said "I want to be a basket ball palyer, no I don't like being the president" We tried reasoning out, being the president of America is the most powerful job in the world. He simply said he wanted to be the most powerful basketball player in the leagues of Micheal Jordon and Kobe bryant. Well there goes my dream!

கொஞ்சும் மழலை மிழற்றும் பிஞ்சு மகளே

என் அருமை மகளே...

சிட்டு விழி தான் மலர
பட்டு இதழ் முதல் விரிய
ஈர முத்தம் மனம் பரப்ப
நெஞ்சில் நிறைந்த என்னவளே
சித்தம் குழம்பி நிற்கையிலே
பித்தம் நிறைந்து மலைக்கயிலே
நித்தம் உணர மலர்ந்தவளே
காதல் தந்த சின்னவளே
நெஞ்சில் நிறைந்த பூ மகளே
வாழ்வை சுவைக்கும் பொறுமை தனை

வானம் நிறைய கொடுத்துவிடு

உந்தன் சின்னசேட்டைகளை

உள்ளம் நிறைய வாங்கிக்கொண்டு

எல்லை இல்லா இன்பத்திலே

என்றும் வாழும் பொறுமை மட்டும்

இறைஞ்சி இறையை வணங்குகிறேன்...

Conversation!

My little 5 yearold was lost in thought on the breakfast table. The cereal spoon was untouched. We had just under 20 minutes to get ready for school and step out. Yet he was so rapt in his thought, looking at the leaves, I got a little puzzled. instead of getting angry as usual. When I stopped being angry and started behaving like a very interested mom, we had a very interesting conversation. That we were 5 mnts late for school is a different story - he kept on blaming "mommy you were asking me lots of questions, you were talking thats why we are late" and Thank God we didnt have to get a tardy slip as all the kids were lined up to go to the library for photo shoot :)

So this is how our conversation started
Me: Honey what are you thinking? Are you thinking?
A: Ofcourse mom. I am thinking. Don't you see I am looking at the leaves?
Me: So is that how you think?
A: moooooom, the leaves make me think.
Me: Can you tell me what you are thinking?
A: Did you have a grandmother?
Me: (gettig little cautious) yes I did.
A: How many did you have?
Me: Well...two. One ammachi and one patti.
A: (Wide eyed) Just like me??
Me: ofcourse honey.
A: Where are they?
Me: Think think think...
A: Are they extinct?
Me: (Literally taken aback) You dont call it extinct kanna. they went to God, sami. How do you know extinct?
A: I read the dinosaur book. (he is five and a half year old kindergartener)
Me: Oh okey.
A: So when do we die mom?
Me: When we get old we die.
A: No I want to know when, like how old.
Me: May be a hundred year old...
A: So your grandmas died when they were 100 years old?
Me: hey buddy, don't you think its getting late for school?
A: Mommy tell me..(a whine..)
Me: No theydidn't.
A: So what will happen when we die?
Me: We go to sami.
A: Do we become sami?
Me: No da kutti. I dont think so.
A: But then if we all go to sami dn't you think we become sami too?
Me: No come on lets get ready for school.
A: The if we become sami will smebody build a temple for us?
Me: Stop this now. Lets go to school.

Cute little things...

My two A's, 5 and a half and two and a quarter are perfect little monsters. As any mom, I love to brag about their cute little stuff in everyday life.

My first A is very observant, sometimes to the extent that I am scared to say anything in his presence. He has curious names for stuff. He calls a particular ethnic outfit as "tummy show-er". Guess what I mean? I am from TN and wear saree on occasions, and everytime I wear it my son calls it "tummy show-er". He doesn't want me to wear saree. According to him my I look better in pants than in saree as I don't show any part of my body in these pants...