This happened a few weeks back.
It was a tiring work day for me. After picking up Diya from her daycare, as soon as we reached home, I thought of quickly getting done with the home-duties (kid's bath, kid's dinner, etc.) and retire early. I asked Diya to quickly go and take a bath.
Diya decided not to listen to me. I asked her again to take her shower.
Diya refused once again remarked, "You are not the boss!"
I lost my patience. I said, "Yes, I am! At home, Mamma and Baba are the bosses, so now you better listen to me!" In my mind I was thinking - where the hell did she get the concept about 'a boss'! I thought I will ask her another time. Anyway, after some parental manipulations, she finally gave in and went for her bath.
After that, things were going pretty smooth, and I even got Diya to finish her dinner without much hassle. I was looking at the clock and thinking of the next parental manipulation I need to use to get Diya to her bedroom, when she asked "Baba, you know there are three kinds of bosses!"
I was a bit amused, and asked her "Really? Who are they?"
I thought that she counted my boss at work, and then Ankur and me at home and arrived at the number three. Which is not bad at all! I started feeling proud at my parental skills in teaching her math.
Diya said, "First there is the boss at work. Then there is Mamma and Baba at home."
Exactly as I predicted, I thought. I got up from my chair and was about to take Diya to her bedroom when she remarked, "And the third one is called Boss-Ton!! It's where Golu-Mamu lives!"
How could she develop such a wit at this age
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