Circa 1977
Girl with pretty flowered dress hot off the tailor's sewing machine (What??? this was the pre historic era, where you went to shops, picked up fabrics, went with fabric to tailors, grovelled at his feet, flipped through totally frayed design books and threw selves at tailor's feet in order to have said fabric converted into frock in time for the festivities it was bought for. Yes, this was also the era one got four new 'frocks' a year, for Christmas, for Eid, for the birthday and one random gift from kind relative returning from abroad for brief visit and therefore the distributor of largesse). Wears said frock and trips across to the playground to show off said frock to friends. One mite, with unnecessary demonstration of jealousy, splats a handful of muck on said dress. Girl bursts into bawling tears and then picks up handful of muck and splats splatter right back.
And stalks off leaving staring lot of mites behind, none of whom will ever dare spatter her again if they value their precious lives.
Cut to 2009
Brat puts on his new bummudas and tshird and goes down to the park to model said new raiment before the gawping masses. Disgruntled critter amongst gawpers takes it upon himself to divest brat of the primeval sin of vanity and heaves a pailfull of sand over him. The brat looks down at his ruined Ben 10 tshird in horror and gasps in rage. And then collars the offender and begins pummelling him to within an inch, to a cheering crowd gathered round. Mamma, who is doing her rounds wonders what the floor show is and dives in headfirst to dig out the child who is none too worse for wear. His opponent? An eight year old who almost reaches Mamma's shoulders.
"He made my tshird dirdy. So I punch him and hit him and tell him he's a bad boy. Okay Mamma? You is nod angry wid me? You is talkin to me?"
Mamma is a grudging mix of admiration and admonishing. She spews the spiel of resolving issues without fisticuffs to a not so repentant brat, and chortles within herself. The brat will survive. Even if he has to punch his way through the world.
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Chip off the old block, eh!
"He made my tshird dirdy. So I punch him and hit him and tell him he's a bad boy. Okay Mamma? You is nod angry wid me? You is talkin to me?"
LOL!
You have a very cute kid. And his baby talk is so damn cute! :-)
Bravo! Boo to bullies I say.
Brat has got it ... he sure will survive !
you really feel admiration?
I love the way you do a literal translation for whatever he speaks. He's a cute yet tough guy.
Yay for him, for standing up for himself and letting them know it is not OK to pick on him!
Dips: You bet.
Ramya: He's fast outgrowing it. I think the blog will suffer falling readership stats when that day comes.
Gayatri: Yup Boo to bullies.
CA: I pray so.
Anon: Yes, because this was the child who took bullying to the extent that he got pushed down stairs and had a seizure last year. He's standing up for himself finally.
Arshi: :)
Grail: Yes, especially after he's been bullied about so much all of last year...
Hurrah for the Brat!
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