Kuttyma says the darnest things. It is the cute innocent stage that blows me away. I often wish I could whip out the camera and record every second of her life. I do not think I was so deeply in love with her when she was born. Is it possible to fall deeper in love as she grows?

Here are some of our “talks”

Me: Kuttyma how old are you?

Her : Two

(R and me exchange glances – you know the kind parents always seem to be doing? Yes we have become “that kind” of parents)

R: Good Job! How old is daddy?

Her: Three

(ROFLing)

Me: How old is mommy?

Her: One!

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I am lying down in bed one Sunday morning just browsing and tweeting

Her: Sunshine shining mommy – wake up

Me: Gasp! So I cannot take a nap during daytime

Her: Yes – sunshine

Me: Who told you that?

Her: V aunty (A’s mommy)

V aunty I am so mad at you for teaching my daughter such stuff but then truthfully I know V aunty would not have made such a statement even for fun. And ofcourse my daughter has not “talked” to V aunty in nearly a month. Fertile imagination I say.

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She: Alligator bite mommy, Alligator bite (pointing to a tiny scratch or itch)

Ever since we told her a story about an alligator grabbing the elephant’s leg and the elephant screaming in pain – every small bite turns into a huge alligator bite

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Attempting to teach her Thirukural (Couplets in Tamil) when she was in no mood to learn

Me: அகர

Her: No அகர

Me: முதல

Her: No முதல

Being the great kid she is – she repeated the entire kural after me pre-fixing with a No. Thiruvalluvar (the guy who wrote them) would probably be turning in his grave as he hears my daughter butcher his words.