Soda Buddi and " Please do the same thing for me Oh God!"

Today started off as a very peaceful day, starting from yesterday evening peace has prevailed on my household.

The girls, Ann and Rose were on their best behaviour. their mom too was too sweet to be true. I collected the girls from their playhome in the evening, Rose being the chatterbox started off narrating the days events as soon as she caught sight of me. We the threesome resemble refugees on this trip ( with bags of various sizes and shapes hanging from all possible places of our bodies)

Me too was in a playful mood as opposed to the usual grumpy self, so when the girls asked for ice cream, I bought them despite having a packet of ice cream in the fridge. and then they wanted to reach home fast to attack it. the road opposite to our house has been changed to a two way road from the one way; so it is kind of tricky crossing the road; when the road was fairly clear of traffic; I gave a war cry ESCAAAAAAAAAAPE and we crossed the road, much to the embarrassement of the daughters ( I like to embarrass them just to see the expression on their face....

We reach home; everything gets dumped at the entrance and they just head for the sofa; I have been trying to discipline them all their lives that they have to put things in place ( bags on their study table; shoes on the shoe rack etc etc but they just dont do it; very much in contrast to the theory of a psycologist who once told me that it is a matter of setting the practise and a habit; so much for psycology; i guess the girls defy all the set rules and set a new set of rules

As I had done most of the cooking in the morning itself, there was nothing much to do; I served the girls their evening meal and sat with them at the dining table; the TV was switched on; the show selected being "sponge bob; square pants" To this day, i have not been able to understand their attraction for this cartoon,according to me the characters are Yucky ( their language; these days they are my language guru; what with yummmmmmm and Yuckkk

After I while i went to lie down for a while; Rose finished her meal and came to lie with me and we were chatting about her school when she told me about the new "rude and mean" girl who was there in their school van ( iam struck at the strong language; my how do these girls pick up such language; this girl poojitha is a fighter cock amma, she fights with everyone in the van and pushes the small pre primary boy too; so bad no amma??? Yes i agree and then she even fights with Chechi and she is only in 4th std amma you should not fight with big girls no amma?? I remind her that then she should not be fighting with her chechi and she ignores it; so I ask her what chechi does when poojitha fights with her; she says chechi keeps quite; does not mind her. Just then chechi walks in and i ask her if poojitha fought with her today; yes Amma and i told her " eh shut up you soda Buddi". I burst out laughing at the language, (Oh my! the girls are mean)and i asked her why soda Buddi and pat came the answer," Amma she wears glasses". I told her that it is mean to call such names and then Rose is there to support her chechi. Amma poojitha is also mean. She asked me if my sister was mental. I was sure i would fall off the bed and then Rose says" I told her no she is not, if she was mental, she would be in the mental hospital she is not, so she is not mental".

I thought enough was enough, I admonished them. told them to watch their language and just ignore if people were mean and not to respond. They did not think amma was modern enough and argued that if we sit quite they think we are fools, I said let them think. Anyway it was time for the wash and the studies so i pushed one into the bathroom and sat down with the other to look at the school work.I had enough for one day

Everything went off peacefully for the rest of the evening; I woke up late in the morning the next day as breakfast was bread and cheese. so had plenty of time to spend with the girls ( it was one of the quitest week mornings; otherwise the house is like a battle ground; with me yelling from the kitchen and the girls just sitting about on the sofa not doing anything and husband in blissful ignorance of what is happening around, engrossed in his newspaper)

The breakfast and dressing over, they were all set to go down to catch the school van; and as usual i asked them to pray before they leave

Ann prays as follows: God please make this a good day; let no teacher scold me
and Rose," Please do the same thing for me Oh God!"

The husband and I burst out laughing at this., the girls went out to catch the van and peace set in ......
and then the it was time to dress up for office; my day had begun....