Not long ago I was wary of your questions.....you seem to ask them all the time...i thought u did it on purpose just to see how easily i get annoyed....even though I reminded myself of good parenting 101....always encourage your children to ask questions....always answer them politely....they are little curious scientists....etc etc....Blah....its 7 pm and i am in no mood to play 1001 questions...
Why you get angry Mamma?
why we have to leave naani house mamma?
what will we do when daadi goes back mamma?
who makes the cars mamma?
where does the garbage truck takes the trash mamma?
what is "fuckitell" mamma? (he overheard me saying fuck it hell..... oops)
How did the baby get inside your tummy mamma?
when you cry i feel hurt mamma....here (he points at his chest) ok so this is not a question but it makes me want to run away....seriously....
So i thought answering your questions is the most difficult thing to do.....answering you nicely i mean...
But every time i share some knowledge with you.....every time i correct you....every time my answer don't match with the picture you have of this world....i feel like i am disappointing you.....like i am robbing you of your innocence....I dont want to do that.....i want you to think this world is amazing....
Few evenings ago you were upset about something....i wanted to distract you...so i started making animal noises....it worked you forgot what you were angry about....Mamma be a lion *roar* be a dog *woof woof* a cat *meow* a goat *baa baa* NO a goat *meh meh* No mamma......here i will show you....
you took my dupatta and tied my hands....just like the ones we saw Mamma....
We were in our car stopped at a signal....it was the day before bakra-eid....there was a tempo in front of us....with few goats tied inside....their limbs were all tied they look bored or scared i dont know....you pointed at them and said "look goats" but you didnt ask me anything.....i waited for the questions to come...but you just kept looking at them....You found your own answer....
I'm scared .... it makes me uneasy when you don't ask questions..... don't stop now.....not yet.....
Why you get angry Mamma?
why we have to leave naani house mamma?
what will we do when daadi goes back mamma?
who makes the cars mamma?
where does the garbage truck takes the trash mamma?
what is "fuckitell" mamma? (he overheard me saying fuck it hell..... oops)
How did the baby get inside your tummy mamma?
when you cry i feel hurt mamma....here (he points at his chest) ok so this is not a question but it makes me want to run away....seriously....
So i thought answering your questions is the most difficult thing to do.....answering you nicely i mean...
But every time i share some knowledge with you.....every time i correct you....every time my answer don't match with the picture you have of this world....i feel like i am disappointing you.....like i am robbing you of your innocence....I dont want to do that.....i want you to think this world is amazing....
Few evenings ago you were upset about something....i wanted to distract you...so i started making animal noises....it worked you forgot what you were angry about....Mamma be a lion *roar* be a dog *woof woof* a cat *meow* a goat *baa baa* NO a goat *meh meh* No mamma......here i will show you....
you took my dupatta and tied my hands....just like the ones we saw Mamma....
We were in our car stopped at a signal....it was the day before bakra-eid....there was a tempo in front of us....with few goats tied inside....their limbs were all tied they look bored or scared i dont know....you pointed at them and said "look goats" but you didnt ask me anything.....i waited for the questions to come...but you just kept looking at them....You found your own answer....
I'm scared .... it makes me uneasy when you don't ask questions..... don't stop now.....not yet.....
