My son is all grown up!

So we struggled this morning waking him up for Tara.
So he resented every routine ... brushing, bathing, eating ...EVERY THING!
But we just went on with the rigmarole completely disregarding tantrums.
In the car when he saw all his attempts failing, he did what he resorts to as his brahmastra (yeah Honey! I know all about it, I've seen it before, Neha masi grew up right under my nose ... and ... well it takes one to know one!!)

Well he started coughing with so much effort, khouwn khouwn as though inviting the khansi kaa devtaa to come to his rescue. Which, the silly Devtaa obliged and with enormous generosity. Aarshabh threw up right there in the car! All over himself and me.

(Oh! Shit!!!) I instructed the driver to take a u turn back home, we were almost near Tara when this happened. On the journey back, I called school to say I will take the day off, need to focus on battling with this lingering cold and cough both us mother and son are struggling with. Aarshabh's medicines are running out, need to get more from Delhi.

So as we reached our apartment building, I was thinking my boy is so uncomfortable with all this wet and sticky stuff around him but no .... he shouted "Yeah! ghar aa gaya!" I looked at him with amazement, normally people throw a fuss with all the mess .... but this guy is so thrilled to get home that he was happy to go up without me with Rita didi.

I dropped him and left straight for the medicine shop. When I returned, I was a little anxious - my poor son must be cranky, anxious, crying for mummy.

I opened the door to see this chilled out guy with Rita's mobile in hand and swinging away to Chaskaa chaskaa

I mean what was that supposed to mean!!!!!!!