"Hey"
"Hey"
"Where are you?"
"Library"
"Oh cool"
"Its actually not cool. When are you getting home?"
"Usual time only. What did you do before?"
"Went to park"
"Oh nice"
"Right"
"What did you pick up at library?'
"How does it matter?"
"What are you going on about?"
"Can't you get back earlier?"
"Don't think so. Why?"
"Can't deal with life"
"General drama you are doing"
"If you say so"
"Don't understand what is there to whine about. You have such a good life"
"Right"
"You get up late, chill, go to park, chill, go to library, chill, watch films, chill...."
"In your opinion, what exactly is your offspring doing while I am doing this chilling to the power of n?"
"Oh, it is well behaved only. It doesn't do anything"
"...but bother me"
"Of course it does"
"Next you will say it is some torturer"
"Of course it is. You think I go to the park to chill? That's why I go to the kids' playground obv"
"But you go to library all the time"
"For fucking rhyme time! For half hour I shall have peace when it is singing and doing naatak"
"You are making too much of this"
"Why don't you try it?"
"You have only been doing this for about a week or so"
"That is more than enough"
"Come on, if out of 30 months of parenthood if the only time you are left alone with it is a week and that too, only in the daytime, I really don't see what is there to complain about"
"One would think so, yes"
"Everyone else in the world has this much worse"
"Except you. Can you stop talking and get back before one of us manages to kill the other one?"
"Alright"
Thursday, October 04, 2012
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Yeah, Veena, I don't see what you got to complain about. The infant is a right sweetie.
Bill, carry on.
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