Me, my kid and God :P

The chutney was spicy, and there was no time to make a new one just to accommodate my little one who is actually not that little now :). So I thought of a plan.

Me: Kiddo, I have kept a chocolate in your box.
Kiddo: Why? [Surprised, because mom isn’t really the chocolate giving kinds]
Me: The chutney is a little spicy, so after you have had your food you can eat it.
Kiddo: Alright.
Me: Please simply eat your chocolate and stop showing it around to other kids or teasing them
Kiddo: Why?
Me: Because they would feel sad exactly like you would; if someone showed you a chocolate but ate all himself that is.

At this stage, i don't think he has appreciated my general philosophical thought so i choose a more direct approach.

Me: And god will punish you if you show the chocolate but don't share them.
Kiddo: Really???
Me: Yup, God will take away your chocolates as a punishment because you caused sadness.
Kiddo: How is that possible? The statue in that room, how will it move and take away my chocolates?
Me: Facepalm.

Moral: Never use abstract concepts with a logical 4 year old.

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Second track conversations

Second track conversation(s) have become my favorite pass time. It consists of me taking a decision and the second me blasting the first me.

A latest one -

Me1: Gosh! The sink is really looking bad, looks like I need to do a full scrub clean. But it will take time and I may have to miss on my walk.
Me2: The sink looks bad only to you, clean it later. Don't skip your walk, that’s more important
Me1: But i will cringe every time i see that sink. For whatever anyone says, I do not like dirty things and anyways it stays dirty till I clean so I might well clean it now.
Me2: Valid Point! You only have to clean so why not now but you miss out on a walk. You have been missing walks for a week now.
Me1: True!
Me2: Lets take the middle path. Clean only one side of the sink. Won't take much time. Then go for a walk clean the second side tomorrow. So within 4 days your walk doesn’t get interrupted and at the end of 4 days the sink is clean too.
Me1: Voila!

Anyone visiting my kitchen in those 4 days would have noticed my OCD meeting my pragmatism ;)