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Just junior things

Anything related to junior is a designated department internally, with specified timelines. Be it for food or for sleeping or for playing or for doing homework or for sitting along with him on online classes, he has specific task for each of us. Usually the play activity comes to me or his mom. But since she takes care of his school related work, he has generously given her the break from having to manage him throughout. When he plays with her it would all organized games like building blocks, jigsaws or dolling up Ganapati, coloring dinosaurs etc. But when it comes to me, we prefer gibberish. It would be raucous and noisy, no one would be able to make any sense of whether we are playing or fighting. We usually invent new games and never stick to any rules even for the ones that we’ve created. The recent addition being a “game” called “Versus”. Junior is die hard devotee of T-Rex, the dinosaur. Next to Ganapati, Tyrannosaurus Rex is his Ishta dheivam, best friend, saviour and favorite toy as well. In one you tube video he was watching an animated song called T-rex versus some variety of dinosaurs. It caught his fancy and he created a game of his own with 2 raptors, one T-rex, a baby version of Indoraptor and the rest of the cast/setup keeps changing as he pleases. I will have to do voice over for the raptors and initially he was reluctant to speak for the dinosaurs. After having played the same “game”, with same set of dialogues, several trillion times (his most minimal quantity starts with a trillion) he has started to do some voice overs himself. I will make mock pronunciations of regular words which he finds very funny had he been aware of the original way of saying those words. For some reason, this utterly non-sensical plot and ultra-pure gibberish is his most favorite game and every day it has to be enacted/directed by him the exact same way at least once before we all sleep. And he would never play this “game” with anyone else but only reserved for the two of us. If at all anyone wants to participate, he would say this is “boys” game and “girls” are not allowed!!! For someone who never used to play with toys or anything, I find this absolutely funny and very weird at the same time. But anything that pleases the big man is fine with me 😊

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Savitha said…
Waaaaaaaw. a wonderfully treasured memory. Thanks for sharing this joy with us, Gils. Junior knows so many stuff - I love how he "understands" amma and his considerate treatment of her :)
Ramesh said…
Plizzz to make one video and post. As much to observe Junior playing , but equally to observe Gilsu talking like a raptor :)
chennaigirl said…
wowww junior and all..... Time flies. Nice to read about the chuttithanams. How have u been. After a very long time...

CG (chennaigirl)
gils said…
Aalzwell. How's u madam

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