Daydreaming

I woke up from my afternoon siesta (couldn't help it after the hectic morning with the kids, followed by a long shower, and eating loads of rice and chicken curry - Indian style) and was daydreaming when I heard the giggling sounds coming from Diya's room. I was feeling energetic after sleeping for an hour or so. So I decided to venture into her room. In fact, it is supposed to be my turn to take care of the kids now.

It was quite a scene when I opened the door. The door of Diya's little book cabinet (we call it the Library) was wide open and almost all (say about 50-60) of the books were lying on the carpet, obviously not in any orderly manner. Aadi was screaming with delight and was going round and round the room with a torn page in his hand. Ankur was trying her best to ignore the commotion and rush through the best part of her novel.

Diya remarked that Aadi had torn her favorite book, but she did not seem to be super agitated about it. In fact, she reported that very calmly, without any hint of complain. Now that's quite unnatural!

Anyway, before I could react to the incident report, Diya mentioned, "Baba, do you know that I am dreaming of real dinosaurs?" And then she repeated the same sentence 3-4 times.  I was a bit put off by the level of commotion in the room, topped with Diya's iterative monologues, and decided to get back in a mock angry tone, "So, you have started to dream with your eyes open?!"

She said, "Yes," without even looking up. In fact, she seemed a bit aloof (which, as you know, is very unlike herself). She continued, "Do you know what it is called?"

I couldn't think of anything witty, so I said, "No!"

She looked up and said, "It's called THINKING!"