![]() in short a perfect day for a walk after the bad weather.Little S and I went out for a small walk. It was a beautiful day, cool crisp breeze, not really sunny, but not cloudy either, you know what I mean. He is yet to assert himself with one, but something happened the other day. Now, why am I relating all this here? Because I occasionally adopt the age old technique of 'police kaka' with my son. ![]() The cop was shocked into silence and my Mother, thoroughly embarrassed and wanting a quick exit, bought me the toy and I beamed at the world with the trophy in my hand. Until one day, I could no longer bear it, I saw one particular toy I wanted needed, it felt like my existence depended on it ( yeah, right!) Necessity like this makes heroes out of the meekest, and so when I began asking for the toy, my Mother simply pointed to the policeman sitting in his booth ( this booth was in the apartment community we lived and most of the time, the cops would sit idle), the policeman had nothing to do and so looked at me and wiggled his bushy eyebrows and and said," aaann?" That was it, the last straw on the proverbial camel's back, I looked at my Mom and then defiantly at the cop, and mustering all the courage a 3 or 4 year old could, told him, " aaaap" and brought a trembling finger to my pursed lips, indicating that he put a lid on it. They remained unmoved and the ' police kaka' remained in his 'chowki' and peace in my parents hearts and minds and purses. I would meekly walk on, after putting my soul into my eyes and looking with undisguised longing at a toy and then very meaningfully at my Mother or Father. For some time, I was down ( but not out, oh no, no. definitely not out! ). ![]()
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