The brat had been instructed to dress himself up in traditional garb to celebrate festivals in school today. Therefore, in accordance with rituals of yore Mamma pulled out the entire contents of his ethnic wardrobe and spread it out on the bed.
Brat, she yelled, come check which kutta pahjama you want to wear.
The brat gambolled into the room and gave mamma one of those looks which is normally associated with a quick check of the forehead temperature to ascertained whether mamma has been attacked by the heat wave currently mugging up to the trachea.
Mamma, he said, in his piping high indignant tone which had it been a little louder could have caused eardrum damage, iss nod kutta pahjama. You is sayin id rong. Itis kurrrrrrta payjamah! Now repead afhter me.
5 opinions:
sigh! you will have to relearn everything now Kiran!! :p
cheers!
lol!! glad to know that he is feeling better and start going to school...
yeah they get it all correct soon :( :)
Good to know Krish is his ultra amusing self again!
dipti
Mama Mia: Yes *sigh*
Mommyoftwo: :)
Chox: Heartbreaking na.
Dipti: :)
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