It was just before Christmas and we as parents were heavily cashing in on the promised Santa's arrival to get our way with this young man when it comes to making him listen or do stuffs. On one such day, my wife was helping my mom put on her hair dye. The curious mind was watching it intently as my wife used a brush dipped in black dye on the hair. His face got grim and started pacing around sadly. Puzzled we asked why he looked so upset. His forlorn reply came - "Painting paper is good, painting head is bad. Mommy is painting patti's head." and with a warning look at his mom, he finished, "Santa Claus is watching you."
Our young man came to know that what his mom wears in her ears is called "ear ring". With his grandma, ie my mom, with us now, he was one fine day "exploring" her face and stumbled across the "mukuthi"(nose piercing) she was wearing. He hesitated for a moment before jubilantly naming it as her "nose ear-ring".
With his new found knowledge of alphabets and its relationship to making words, our young man also realized that most objects have their name written over them somewhere. His endeavor to read out the names written on objects gave way to some lighter moments too -
- During our stop over at Frankfurt airport, he looks through the window and blurts out "L-U-F-T-H-A-N-S-A" and with a triumphant look at me concludes it as "airplane".
- A car with an overhead sign light should be a pizza delivery car in his view. When we encountered an orange cab aka taxi, he yelled that its a pizza delivery car. We corrected him saying that its a taxi and not all cars with overhead sign light are for pizzas. After a brief reflection, he came back "O-R-A-N-G-E, ...Taxi".
- At a cross road signal, his curiosity got aroused by a bank building and its name sign - "U-N-I-O-N-B-A-N-K, .. Wall"
- I was wearing the Texas Longhorns T-shirt at home and he got excited. "T-E-X-A-S . . . . Dress"
More than the actual spell out, what stood out in the above was the eager looking expression at us expecting our approval for his efforts.
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