One happy evening, when Sharanya was a lot younger and couldn't say much, except the occasional mumma and a very adamant NO, we'd just made it through an evening bath without either of us being injured. I was putting on her diaper and she looks at the cover of the Pampers diaper cover and points to the HIPPO on the cover and squeals - Mumma!!!
Another happy evening, a few weeks back Sharanya was spending some quality time with her parents - fooling around and generally having a good time. She suddenly points at her father and calls him mumma and then points at her mother (me) and says pappa and then stops to think and tells her father - you can't be mumma, mumma has dots on her face. Her father all but jumped with glee... he's still paying for it!
Another happy evening, a few weeks back Sharanya was spending some quality time with her parents - fooling around and generally having a good time. She suddenly points at her father and calls him mumma and then points at her mother (me) and says pappa and then stops to think and tells her father - you can't be mumma, mumma has dots on her face. Her father all but jumped with glee... he's still paying for it!
