Anna Shetty thought the boys needed to learn some responsibility. So she brought home a fish bowl with two fish. The two boys promptly named them Ginger and Goldie. They were goldfish naturally. The older one looked at them with pride and reverence. They were HIS to look after and that made him very grown… Continue reading Fishy Tales #FridayReflections
Or how kids are pushed into being bad. Chinki was being his usual, happy self when his mother told him that he had to get ready for school . Now you would think that this was no surprise because he had been going to school for four weeks now. But this was the first day… Continue reading I want to be a bad boy
For those of you who’ve been following my blog it will come as a relief as it did to us when finally we’ve experienced one week of relative calm . What brought about this sudden change of heart ? Surprisingly, it is nothing unique but the time honoured method of showing the kid… Continue reading Well it’s true #Spare the rod and spoil the child
Yesterday was a particularly hot day and Little P insisted on having a drink from his father’s Appy. “Not until you say the magic word,” said his father, reminding him to say Please before asking for anything. “Gobbledygook” came the prompt reply, eyes shining with glee. “No, that’s not the magic word. What is the… Continue reading What’s the magic word?
It was raining very heavily as we were returning home from the Club the other day. It was, what you would call, a typical cloudburst during the receding monsoon, one that no one was prepared for, least of all the people walking on Marine Drive who were literally out in the open with no option… Continue reading Where is the donkey?
Wanting to be bad is often a signal of wanting to be noticed