He comes home from his regular play date, angry and mutinous, almost crying. The watchman had been sent to the neighbour’s house for the second time that evening, with clear instructions to ‘drag him back’ if required. This seems to have happened.
‘Why do I have to always be the one to come home first?’ he yells at his mother as soon as she opens the door. He’s not even inside yet.
‘It’s not fair! I’m always the first to leave. Chinmay is going to Ishaan’s house now!’
The latter is improbable; there is however, no time for arguments. It’s a quarter to seven already.
‘Come in before I slap you.’
His mother is in the midst of baking fifty cupcakes that have to go out first thing tomorrow morning. She’s running low on patience (and flour! she realizes).
He comes in and glares at her, and the maid, who is hovering around.
‘You have to let me watch TV then – before I go to bed!’
‘Ok, come in and wash up.’
‘And there better be non-veg for dinner!’
Mother and maid look at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
‘There’s no non-veg tonight, I’m sorry.’
His scowl deepens.
‘Then I want an egg!’
Kids know how to make things better. All you need sometimes, is an egg.
p.s. Thank you Ree, for sharing this story with me 🙂 I can’t stop laughing every time I think about it.