The Lesser Evil

A four year old boy who screamed and held on to mama at the very sight of the pool, made everyone stop in their watery tracks as he reached an unimaginable decibel when the lady coach in charge of training the 'little people' (!) got him to wet his feet!

An hour later, energy intact, his sobbing continued as he waded from one end of the pool to the other (breadth-wise!). But our coach's patience was probably thinning because, soon she requested one of the male coaches to take over her 'difficult customer'.

Five minutes and a deep baritone (coaxing, bribing and lightly intimidating) later, the little one began crying anew - this time for the lady coach!

I guess we learn to choose the lesser evil very early on in life! An evolutionary trait, perhaps!

Praying from the heart!

Dear God,
I pray for my sister's public exams, that she passes them, for my brother's Maths, Science, Social Studies, English, French subjects, that he passes them, for my *shudder* Hindi, Maths, Science, English 1, English 2 and my annual exam that I pass them. I also pray for mummy and daddy's good health. Please give us loooottttts of wealth. Amen. Oh. Wait. And for Ashika akka, who is my cousin sister. Amen. (in the background, the public exam writing sister - giggling at the extempore prayer, the all the subjects issues having brother- yawning, the afterthought cousin sister- staring at the prayer-er whose eyes were eerily only 89% closed).

But as always, an evening spent with the kids leaves me happy happy! And comforted, knowing that its only a matter of time before I become the slim one in the family-and not just because of my work outs!!