Today the kid’s school gave out books for the next class that would begin next week, after two weeks of pre-summer leave. While getting ready to go to school to pick up the books, the kid had this to say in a dreamy voice:
“There is something comforting with routine, you see. You freaking out, me ignoring you, getting delayed…”
[[During the drive to school.]]
Mom: I love driving you to school.. I love school…oh, how I love school.
Kid: You are weird.
[[Finding no parking spot]]
Mom: I hate driving you to school….
Kid:Ahem…. two minutes back you loved driving me to school.
[[A parking spot opens right outside the school gate.]]
Mom: I love driving you to school. I so love it.
Kid: I don’t know you.
As we are parking, there is a higher-secondary school girl and boy chatting.
Mom: Aww…look at that girl flirting.
Kid: She is NOT flirting, amma.
Mom: Of course she is. Let’s go and ask her if she is flirting or not.
Kid: Amma, I beg you…please let’s go in.
Mom: Kanna, do you want coffee?
Kid: Yes, please.
Mom: Do you want it with rum chata?
Kid: What kind of mom are you? Offering alcohol to your own underage daughter?
Mom: The coolest one.
Whatsapp conversation across two rooms:
Mom: What movie plays at OAT today?
Kid: Um hidden figures
Mom: “Um” as in Alice in Wonderland?
Kid: No. “Um, Hidden Figures”.
Mom: Is “Um” part of the title?
Mom: They why add it? Verbal clutter.
Kid: Grammar Nazi mom.