Maher: Qu'est-ce que tu fais mon petit bebe Rahul? Rahul: Rahul grand, papa. Maher: C'est vrai, tu est mon grand garcon, et Leila c'est ma grande fille. Rahul peeking at Leila from the corner of his eyes: Leila petit bebe, Rahul grand! Leila: NON! Leila non petit bebe, Leila grande.
Tag: humour
Prana Mama
Me leaving the room: Ok guys, I'm going to do my pranayama. Rahul moping: No panayama mama. No do pana-mama. Leila grinning: Mama no do pana-papa. Heehee.
Conversations
Some conversations from the last month: Koh Samui, driving around the Southern parts of the island Maher: Les gars, vous avez vu les vaches? Et il y a des chevaux aussi! (Hey guys, did you see the cows? There are horses as well!) Me: Do you know what cows eat? Leila: Gra-nola On the beach … Continue reading Conversations
My Little Lady Leila
I've never carried a purse that way. A purse?! Never worn pink, Winnie- the- Pooh high-heeled slippers that light up (flashing-red bling). I don't own a flowery hat, or a flowery dress. She's two. Doesn't dress like this every day only because she can't have her way. A Zimbabwean yoga teacher, MoT, sister who's lived … Continue reading My Little Lady Leila
What Dat Mum?
“What Dat Mum?” At lunch: “What’s that Leila?” I repeat. “It’s a mushroom.” Outside our apartment, near the elevators: “That? It’s a tiny, scrunched up piece of paper that we can throw in the dustbin Rahul.” After a bath: “That’s a hairbrush. But those? I don’t know Leila, umm…they’re a part of the hair brush … Continue reading What Dat Mum?
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