As I got ready to leave for work this morning, The Bheblu babu and his ‘Babata’ (literally “the father” and nobody taught him to call Vicky that) were playing a riotous game with a ball. Something that made the shorter Niyogy laugh like a demented midget and the taller one roll around our living room floor.
They broke off to see me off at the door. Pintsize considered whining but he was in too good a mood to be seriously tempted. So I cuddled him and was about to make a quick exit when I found that two wee hands were holding me tight and a serious pair of eyes were looking at my earrings. Bright yellow bells, and he’s never seen me wear them before . He noticed, looked consideringly at the yellow logo of my JUDE teeshirt and generally looked me over.
The horrible little child notices these things. When I do my hair different. When I wear an uncommon saree. When I wear unknown earrings. Just as I was all set to renounce them to their male bonding, too.