Diya: 3 and ¼ yrs old, we are enroute to Disney world after we announced that we were expecting Aadi (ofcourse he did not have a name yet, or a gender, not known to us anyway …)
Diya: (during a pensive moment on the plane ride) Mamma, when I grow up I will be a butterfly.
Me: hmmmm…. (dozing off… Zzzzzz)
Diya: Mamma … mamma … MAMMMAAAA !!!
Me: What… WHAT …
Diya: when I grow up I want to be a butterfly.
Me: oh… okay. (Zzzzzzz …)
Diya: I will be a butterfly and fly away ….
Me: (little brain waking up and registering this to me a mildly consequential exchange) … okay you can fly away and come back home
Diya: NO ! … I will fly FAR away …
Me: okay, you can fly far away during winter (considering Minnesota winters, I would do the same if I could) and come back for summers …(it is safe to start drilling these things in their tender brains as early as possible)
Diya: Mamma, you don’t understand. I will be all grown up and then fly away forever. I won’t come back.
Me: (wide awake by now and realizing that this is serious … time to introduce age old tactics of manipulation and guilt) Honey, if you fly away forever, what will your mamma do??? I will cry and cry and cry …..
Diya: You have another baby in your tummy. You play with that.
(Check and mate …..)
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