Supriya's Banter
Prologue—Those days, we slept in separate bedrooms, my husband and I, with one kid each (yes, that’s how it was for many years because of the kids’ different schedules and school timings) 👨👩👧👦
Me- “Who’s sleeping with papa today?” 🤔
Both the brats (then seven-year-old and three-year-old)—shouted at the top of their lungs — “me, me!!” 🙋♀️🙋♂️
That was predictable and happened every time we gave the kids an option. Though I was used to it and even secretly happy (as it gave me time to watch mind-numbing TV), it hurt just a tiny bit to be not their first pick. 🙁
Aware of being watched by the little one (three-year-old), I rearranged my face; pulling a sad pout, I looked over at her to invoke sympathy. A part of me wanted to test if my dejected look would tilt the balance and make me the first choice. 😎🤓
Of course, I had miscalculated. 😅
“Mumma, today you can sleep with Papa if you like it that much,” she said, giving me an understanding glance. 😣
While the father guffawed, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. 🙄😏
The worst part was the song born from this fiasco. It went something like this— “Mumma wants to sleep with Papa; she likes sleeping with Papa.” And mind you, this was belted out to the entire neighborhood till it was bedtime. 😫
Thank God she forgot all about it the following morning; I shudder to imagine the looks I would have received from her preschool teachers. 🤪🤭
But I shouldn’t have worried. Didn’t someone say- nothing really mattress if one doesn’t give a sheet!😆🤣
What do you say?😄
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