Category: learning the language

#Microblog Mondays – Chests and Breasts!

#Microblog Mondays – Chests and Breasts!

“I want to run at the Pinkathon too”, said H this weekend. I spoke about how I was participating in it here and H got all excited too.

“You cannot”, said I, “it’s for women only”.
“Well because the race is to generate awareness about breast cancer and only women get breast cancer so the race is for women only.”
“Why don’t men get breast cancer?”
“Because men don’t have breasts.”
“But I have a breast”, said H pointing to his….well chest.

Apparently this is something I’d overlooked, using the unisex ‘chest’ rather than ‘breast’ when talking to the kids and they ended up using them interchangeably.

“Ummm.. That’s your chest, not a ‘breast’ “, said I struggling to explain the difference. 

After a long drawn out explanation H finally caught on. Then nodding his head wisely he summed it up – “Oh so women have breasts on their chests and men just have chests.” 

Yeah right.

Linking to # Microblog Mondays hosted by Stirrup Queens.

Edited to add: Going by the comments that breast cancer was not so uncommon among men any longer I decided to pass on the information to H. Here’s what he had to say..
“So some men get it too?”
“Do some men also have a uterus?”
“No, they don’t.”
“Can you tell me a few diseases that ONLY men get?”

I’m off now..

Crafty Sunday – Walnut shell tortoise

Crafty Sunday – Walnut shell tortoise

Of late the amount of weekend homework that the kids get home has increased so much that it’s been spilling over to our Sundays. That along with Hrit’s skating classes has left us with no time for crafting or cooking.. my two weekend resolves

However this Sunday after a long time we managed to make time to get crafty. Naisha called over her friends who were only too eager to drop by. Just as we were settling down in streamed Hrit’s gang on their way to collecting rackets and shuttlecocks.. badminton is the flavour of the month for them. The eldest one spared a cursory glance at the girls then pronounced rather dismissively, “I rock at art but suck at craft.” Nothing wrong with the statement except it sounded like I was watching an American sitcom. My sister tells me it’s normal. As if the awesomes and the dudes were not enough to bug me! I seriously need to get used to this new gen vocabulary.

Anyway.. onto our craft. We did some very very simple walnut shell tortoises. The original link is here
Check out ours..

We traced out the walnut shells
Made a head and two pairs of legs, coloured them and cut them out. They
all went for green ones because “only green tortoises look natural”.

We stuck on the shell and the googly eyes and it was done

Then the girls wanted to make fridge magnets like ones I’d made for
Hrit Naisha for Valentine’s Day. I got their pictures from their mum’s FB pages
and loved their mystified faces.. “How did you get our pictures, aunty?’
Heh heh!
So that was how our Sunday went. What were you all upto over the weekend?
 Linking to Artsy Craftsy Mom

For a long life

For a long life

Naisha wanted me to put up this picture.
She’s wearing earrings she made herself…

While laying the table last night Naisha asked…
Mama four plates or three?
Three, I said.
Hmm you’ll have soup, right?
That’s a good idea mama. If you don’t eat too much you’ll become smaller (as a corollary to ‘If you eat lots you’ll grow bigger) and I’ll grow bigger and one day we’ll be the same age.
Pretty logical.
Then she added… If you don’t grow bigger (which is the same as ‘older’ for her), you won’t die soon because only old people die, so soup’s good.

Which is true in a roundabout kind of way.. I will certainly live longer if I eat carefully.

Cheers to Naisha.

Here’s another one from her.
She walked out with two erasers in her hands and says, “Mama see how well I can gargle” and then proceeded to throw them up in the air and catch them deftly.

… and Hrit’s just being himself

Not to forget Hrit
The other day he was doing some vague form of push ups, apparently preparing for a race with his friends. Trying to add my two bits to his enthusiasm I said, “Very good. Keep exercising and you’ll become strong and handsome.”
He stopped, gave me an exasperated look and said, “I’m not doing this for ‘handsoming’ I’m doing it for racing”. Ummm …. Right!

Then there was the time he was very keen on learning how to play ‘Chest’.

And his Hindi-English translation:
“When you say “Mujhse bura koi naihin hoga” do you mean ‘no one can be angrier than I am’?
Pretty close, I’d say.

Finally… the most inexplicable one.. the ‘en’ at the end of every word…
I have ‘puten’ my toys away.
I have teachen Naisha the car racing game.
And my personal favourite while watching a cookery show — If you would have watchen it from the beginning you could have maken it for us.

Have you ‘bin’ a good girl?

Have you ‘bin’ a good girl?

The twins are five and are still not reading. And so these days I’m sitting down with them going over myriad lists of words.. ‘at’ words, ‘et’ words, ‘in’ words and on and on. Each time they recognise a word they get all excited and try to form sentences with rather interesting results. Sample this..

‘in’ words with Naisha

Bin – I’ve ‘bin’ a good girl

Fin – like in Dol’fin’?
Sin – Yes I know this… Naisha ‘Sin’
While on the English language.. this one’s my favourite… In Hrit’s words.. I’m the ‘pickuping’ man… but only when he finds time from ‘cleanuping’ his room.