.. that never was.
Its bedtime for Arvind. We are done reading and we’re snuggled up in his bed. All of a sudden he sits up and says, “Mamma, can I lie on your tummy?”
“Err… why?” I enquire, going against my better judgement. I know from experience that these conversations never end well.
“Because I love the sound of your tummy juices,” he says, and oblivious to my visible cringe he continues, “And because I love your tummy. Its lovely and wobbly like caramel pudding.”
Thud. That, in case you’re wondering, is the sound of a swift, final and devastating blow.
Stay tuned for the upcoming episode of “Mamma Gets Shafted And Adopts a Low-Carb Diet”.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my ego and I need seriously rich pastry to revive ourselves.