We were at the Bookworm cafe this evening where Leila found a stuffed toy to play with. It was a Panda with a baby one attached.
She repeatedly tries to pull the little one out saying, “Baby,… baby.”
I walk over, and say, “The baby looks like she wants to stay with her mama.”
She slowly looks up at me, points at the big Panda and says “PAPA.”
I smile, “Yes of course, Papa! How silly of me.”
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This is so well written!
Thanks Saloni, appreciate it.
I was showing a funny kitsch indian action movie to Maher yesterday. The main actor Chiranjeevi, wears colorful shirt, sports a thick mustache and is blessed with luxuriant hair, tidied in a perfect brushing.
We were joyfully watching Chiranjeevi kicking some bad guys butts.
Leila comes next to us, checks the computer screens, points at the hero and says: “Papa” – nodding, stating the obvious.
Papa does yoga, papa runs, papa plays jazz flute, papa dances and sings indian songs. Of course, Papa is a kollywood star!
Nice to hear from you! Wha’t s a “Kollywood” star?
A lot of male characters seem to be “Papa” for L, including yoga teachers, characters in some of her books, and cartoons. The stuffed toy Panda with a baby was a first though!