After an entire night of peeling mamma's eyes open in the dead of night, yelling "is mawning, gerrup, leshgo!" It was finally morning and time to leave. Therefore, it came to pass that mamma and pappa were bathed and dressed but the brat was still snoring at supersonic levels. A quick dunk into the bathroom and a mugful of water remedied the situation quick enough. A quick bath and long agonised discussion re ensemble du jour later we were set to leave. 4.30am. We were driving down to Goa and early morning would cut out traffic delays. The brat sat with Mamma, bright eyed and perky keeping up a running commentary punctuated at regular intervals by the war whoop of "whenwewil reechdbeech?" Yelled loud into mammas ears one million times until we hit the ghats and motion sickness attacked. Some four sessions of throwing up later, he was content to sleep in mamma's lap without a whimper.
We reached sunny Goa by 2pm. Mamma sashayed into Fort Aguada lobby smelling of sick from head to toe, with the final throw up session happening as he stepped past the imposing doorman. You bet all the staff remember him and enquire kindly about his health each time he passes said entrance area edging away carefully while doing so.
A lie down after being washed cleaned up and force fed Electral did wonders and we were all set for the beach.
Did mamma mention we had packed the entire toy basket in one suitcase? Toys for the beach selected, packed in plastic bag, shorts pulled up over nu swimmin tunks and floral Hawaiin shirt worn and self examined carefully from every angle. "I lookin very hansome?" Mamma assured him his conclusion was accurate. "You is also lookin very priddy, mom." Mamma put this approval down to the fact that she was wearing more make up than clothes compared with her regular Mumbai dress code.
Mom is his latest term of endearment for yours truly. Frankly the one I loved best was the simple Maa. But I digress. "Thank you brat, shall we leave?"
"Pops, you is coming?" He enquired of his father kindly. "Don wastetime. Is already evening. If you don gerready fast I will leave you alone in dhotel. Den yu wilfeel very sad."
We reached the beach. Sat down at a shack. The pappa started on the beers. The mamma sipped her ice tea. The child sipped his chocolate milk. The sun sank in a fiery blaze. The brat sighed deeply. "I is nod going back tu Bombay. I is staying here only in Goa. Bombay is very boreding."
(To be continued)
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7 opinions:
That sounds like a lovely vacation. sun, sea and some feni eeeerrr chocolate milk for the ankle biting set, is my idea of a great time.
Are you still not eating meat or fish? A pity. Goa is the place to indulge I am told.
Never been there but now I know whose mind to pick when I plan a vacation to goa.
Hahahahahaha... starting very young isn't he? :D
LOL!
JLT.
Sounds so cool, get some couple time too, you guys!
Sounds just awesome! :)
S
awww! motion sickness is horrid! i have paid parents smell sick on cab ride from sion to dadar! :(
but rest of it sounds just perfect!
AnotherkiraninNYC: Thankfully am back to downing animals. I would have died of self pity had I still been vegetarian.
Dewdropdream: Oh yes. The precociousness.
JLT: :)
Parul: Oh that didnt happen. But family time happened for the three of us only so am not complaining.
Anon: :)
Mama Mia: Oh yes, the rest of it was perfect and to die for.
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