As many of you have realised by now, The Mad Momma and The Bhablet happen to share a birthday. I should look at MM and feel elated to think that my son will (hopefully) be so interesting, lively and so much fun, but I usually see it from the other end and wonder mournfully if MM also induces so much hysteria in her parents. (If the answer is yes, MM, I strongly disapprove. With a wagging finger, no less.)
Anyway, to mark the happy occasion, when V met her in Delhi last month she kindly sent some nicely-wrapped gifts for The Bhablet. She even managed to persuade a cranky V to carry them, although he had to carry an extra paper bag to be able to do so. (She also sent me some stuff, really nice stuff, but those could be crushed, unlike these gifts.) One gift was a feeding set (sipper, plate, spoon and fork) with a frog theme. The other parcel contained a set of bricks which are currently fascinating The Bhablet.
So yesterday afternoon, taking into account his cold, he was kept at home and left on the bed as much as possible. We gave him the bucket of bricks and he was happy enough taking them out and putting them back in to the bucket. Then V and I both remembered our own childhood fondness for building bricks and generously reached out to show The Bhablet what to do with the pieces. He started building on one side and I on the other. The Bhablet didn't seem to like it much though, ungenerous child, and starting pulling the bricks out of our hands and putting them into the basket. So we distracted him and sneaked them back out when he looked away. I think he got a little exasperated because he snatched them away once more and this time, firmly placed the lid on the basket.
We can take a hint, thank you.