Little Nia is in a very good mood (having just realized that tomorrow is the last day of her swimming classes) and is celebrating by walking around the house singing "pappu can't dance". I, in one of the rare moments in the history of our household, am in the kitchen cooking (smileys - to keep up with the partying child!). In walks nia with a very puzzled look on her face, here's what follows:
nia: mamma, why didn't pappu come for the party?
me: he was there in the party nia
nia: then why are his friends saying he can't dance?
me: well what they mean is that is is not able to dance - that he is a bad dancer
nia: oooooh! they are teasing him? poor pappu!
me: Yup (and getting ready for the next question. but out walks nia continuing to sing the song)
3 mins later:
nia: mamma, they are also saying pappu guitar bajaata hai (pappu can play the guitar).
me: that's right baby
nia: (face all bright) ah! now when his friends tease him, pappu can sing - mere dost guitar nahi bajaa sakete saala! (my friends can't play the guitar)
and out she walks singing "my friends can't play the guitar dhir kitana dhir kitana"....fixing the world in her own simple ways!
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Thats sweet and it is nice to see that Nia will not tolerate meanness to others :)
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