… about the d**n great award. This morning when I was busy consumed with myself cleaning up the kitchen, Pappu came in front of me and said ‘bubba’. I was surprised because I had just changed his diaper.
“What is it, baby? Is that your diaper?”
“What else is it?”
He touched his tummy and repeated ‘bubba’.
“Are you hungry?”
“…..”. He looked satisfied. (Yes, dear internet, you can bring that knife and stab me. What kind of mother waits for her 16 month old to ‘ask’ before feeding or changing him?)
I quickly fixed up some bread and he sat happily in his high chair to eat. Awwwwww. My son’s growing up.