My Baba

M5 on her bunk bed.

I hugged my son in law, and told the little one, “He is my Baba. I’m going to take him along with me”. Thoroughly alarmed M5, her hands went round her father’s neck, she denied my words, “No, he is my Baba”.

“No, he is mine”.

“Why didn’t you bring your own one?”

“I don’t have one”.

“You have”.

“Who?”

“S uncle”.

“He is my son”.

We all were laughing by then.

Yesterday Nola was taking me for a haircut. I was putting on my sketchers, when M5 told me I couldn’t wear TJ’s (her brother) shoes. “These are mine”. I pointed out to her. She insisted that they were her brother’s. I explained to her that TJ wears shoes two sizes bigger than me, so I couldn’t possibly wear his shoes.

At that moment TJ strolled by wearing his own. M5 spotted him, and was satisfied.

Later on when I was wearing my flip flops she noticed, and chastened me once again,”You cannot wear my mother’s footwear”.

“But I’m not wearing your Mama’s. Her’s are bigger than mine, and besides the one she wears were bought by me”. She kept staring, trying to believe me.

She brought me her drawings to show them to me.

The black lines are meant to be the earth, and the orange one is the sun.

Here the black and blue lines are shown as earth, and the shape in the corner is the moon.

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