Age rage

So I bump into my next door Chinese neighbour and her kid in the lift as I make my way to work. This is the second time we're meeting.

"Hi! Off to work?" She says.

"Yeah! You?"

"I'm going to drop her off at school first, and then head to the office. Juggling kids and work..." She smiles.

"Oh, how many kids do you have?" I ask.

"I have three."

"Wow. You don't look like a mother of three!" I am amazed.

"Haha! What about you? You only have one son?" She asks.

I undergo a major Sita Maiya moment. You know, dharti phat jaaye aur main usme samaa jaaun type?

Holy cow. She thinks Viv is my son?????????

"Noooo! I don't have any kids. I just got married last year."

"Oh! So who was that boy? I saw him when you had the prayer ceremony..."

Okay pause. Rewind to grihapravesh puja invitees. Who looked the youngest among the guys?

Holy cow. She thinks Pizzadude is my son?????????

Another Sita Maiya moment.

"Noooo, that was a friend of mine who had come for the prayer ceremony..." I protest again.

"No no, it was a little boy. He was swinging on the door grill." She says.

Okay pause. Pizzadude may be a lively chap, but I can't imagine him to be the kind of a twenty-something guy who goes to other people's houses and starts swinging on their door grills.

And then it struck me. One of Viv's aunts had dropped by for a very short while for the puja. She had brought along her little kid.

PHEW!