I really should do a series called 'gyaan for grown-ups' by baby Aish. Sample this.
Me (on phone to sis) - What's Aish up to? Getting ready for school?
Sis - Actually she has a fever, so she won't go today. Aish, you want to talk to Mausi?
Aish (feeble voice) - Mausiii...
Me - Yes, Aishu... What happened to you?
Aish - I have a fever...
Me - Poor baby... it will get better soon. How did you get it?
Aish - I got it from my friend. And I can't go to school now.
Me - Oh dear. You must not like it at all, isn't it?
Aish - No, I still like the friend. I just don't like the fever.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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9 comments:
Aurum!
Argentum!!
@ arun: couldn't resist this!
awww! Love children :)))
the guy who said the child is the father of the man knew exactly what he was talking abt. :-)
Aww damn sweet!!
cute :)
wo dohe kab likhegi?
how sweet :) and profound!
#Arun,
Hehehe... getting bored of the usual gold, are we? :)
#prathi,
:D
#Geomon,
:)
#How do we know,
Hahaha, true! :D
#Aarti,
:)
#Meenakshy,
Hahahaha! Soon I think. ;)
#Raam Pyari,
My thoughts exactly. :)
:)
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