Being Evil

Returning to the blog after a long time. I have been too lazy and would have continued to be so had a guilt not seized me. The guilt of being evil. I have realized that I am not the kind and loving soul that I thought I was. D has made me realize that. I have been an evil mother. And I come to you blog to confess.

When D asks me to read her book out, I mouth the words without actually voicing them just to confuse her. In my defense this happened when she thrust the book for the 14th time in a span of 20 minutes. To her credit she kept at it relentlessly inspite of my evil ways. So I kept mouthing the entire book 5 more times.

I serve myself crunchy chips with lunch. When D hears the sound, she crawls to me speedily and asks for her share. I feed her rice and dal. The expression on her face is priceless. She turns away and I again eat the chips. She quickly turns back, stands up to come near my face and starts eating my cheek. I laugh my head off.

She loves to eat the strings of her sweatshirt hood. I throw them back. She goes berserk rotating her head and throwing her hand behind her trying to get the string back. Though I do it to prevent her from swallowing a part of the string, I must admit that I also find her reaction very very amusing.

I guess Santa is not getting me any gifts this year!