You know, I know my mom is your cousin.
How do you know?
C’mon, it’s called logic dude!
I call you, mama!
That I am. (showing attitude and smiling)
Do you have foes in school? , I try irritating her.
Noooo! I have lotsa friends. Sometimes, we fight but we end up making up. I don’t have enemies. The whole class are my friends. Listen mama! I gotta ask you a question!
Hmm, I smile. I love the innocence on her face.
She start speaking in French.
(Tu sais)..you know, You are moi favorite, mama.
She jumps and hug me. I kiss her on the forehead.
You know mama?
Yeah, Queen Mother tell me?
Shut up! I am not Queen Mother. Don’t intervene when I speak coz you make me forget everything, mama.
I make faces.
Listen mama! You know I am no longer cute.
Who told you so? Of course, You are cute.
No! No! You don’t know anything. When I was a baby, I was cute.
What follows is a laughing riot as we argue and she relents.
Ok! I am cute. Happy?
Of course, I am. (I wonder whether I am the one who should be happy..lol)
She flashes her million dollar smile….
Another conversation, dinner table.
Gosh! Been assigned an uphill task of sitting with four kids on the dining table. They are not eating and it’s quite headache supervising kids over petty squabbles and their chatter box session
Listen, you all eat in silence or else..
(Getting irritated) Listen, one last time.
I shout at the niece.
Listen Mama! You don’t have the right to shout at me, she says.
Please tell me why?
Coz I am your daughter.
Can it get more amusing than that? I let off an amusing smile.
They finished lunched in an hour.