"Our mom is too inquisitive. Why, she is so inquisitive that she even knows the complete history of the vegetable seller - which is his native place, how many children he has got, what ailments he suffers from ......." said the daughter.
"Not just the vegetable seller - she knows everything about our crazy laundryman, the watchman, and all the students in her yoga class" my son continued.
A mom bashing session was taking place. Obviously, a fall-out of the mom doing a detailed probe on the state of their study assignments.
I cleared my throat, feeling it was time to come to her defense. "Because your mom is a very caring person she wants to genuinely know everyone....."
"Hello, are you calling me over-friendly?" said my wife looking at me. Somewhere she has realised that I am always a safer bet to pick on - an argument with kids can meander off in unintended tangents.
"You have to be....you even got a friend request on fb from the vegetable seller" said my son and both the off-springs burst into laughter.
"Well, I and the vegetable vendor had exchanged telephone numbers recently as I wanted him to inform me whenever some exotic vegetable like "Keerlu" is available. And from then on fb started suggesting that we should be friends. But I am definitely not friends with him on fb" said my wife heading to the bedroom - a clear indication that she had enough of this discussion.
5 minutes later my attention is suddenly drawn to a monkey ambling along on our balcony. It was headed straight for the open bedroom window where my wife was having her siesta.
I quickly run to the bedroom. The monkey was sitting on the bedroom balcony and peering through the window.
The monkey saw me enter - and deciding it had better things to do, jumped into a nearby tree and disappeared.
"Wake up dear - a monkey almost entered the room. It was sitting there wondering whether it should wake you up " I said.
"Oh. Did you check whether it has sent me a friend request?" she said and went back to sleep.
"Not just the vegetable seller - she knows everything about our crazy laundryman, the watchman, and all the students in her yoga class" my son continued.
A mom bashing session was taking place. Obviously, a fall-out of the mom doing a detailed probe on the state of their study assignments.
I cleared my throat, feeling it was time to come to her defense. "Because your mom is a very caring person she wants to genuinely know everyone....."
"Hello, are you calling me over-friendly?" said my wife looking at me. Somewhere she has realised that I am always a safer bet to pick on - an argument with kids can meander off in unintended tangents.
"You have to be....you even got a friend request on fb from the vegetable seller" said my son and both the off-springs burst into laughter.
"Well, I and the vegetable vendor had exchanged telephone numbers recently as I wanted him to inform me whenever some exotic vegetable like "Keerlu" is available. And from then on fb started suggesting that we should be friends. But I am definitely not friends with him on fb" said my wife heading to the bedroom - a clear indication that she had enough of this discussion.
5 minutes later my attention is suddenly drawn to a monkey ambling along on our balcony. It was headed straight for the open bedroom window where my wife was having her siesta.
I quickly run to the bedroom. The monkey was sitting on the bedroom balcony and peering through the window.
The monkey saw me enter - and deciding it had better things to do, jumped into a nearby tree and disappeared.
"Wake up dear - a monkey almost entered the room. It was sitting there wondering whether it should wake you up " I said.
"Oh. Did you check whether it has sent me a friend request?" she said and went back to sleep.
