Anyway, this pattern was established, as I was saying. Yesterday, newphew sahib was over our place to stay. He visits once a week. Man, where are the days when I used to say sis the priss is over for the day! Ha Ha. Anyway, the lil dude was all dandy the whole day, pretty much had his afternoon nap and played and played. He is such a scaredy-chicken bachoo. I mean, get this. Sis the priss was narrating something in which she quoted TB making a scary sound. She just NARRATED it. And the kid, took one look at his mommy, and burst into tears... :D:D
Man... the dude was picked up immediately and comforted and comforted 'Hai mera bachaaa, aap darr gayyy' and what not. I am strongly in favour of not pampering lil kids this much. At least then they wouldn't turn out to be sissified tweety birds :D.
So in order to scare him, once, I started making the scariest of all faces. And boy, did the kid look extremely surprised or what. I did this war dance (junglion wala kinda) in front of him, making the face, (and :$ my plan was to stop suddenly this rhythm, and say loudly BHAOOO - and the theory was that he'll cry once, twice and then he won't be afraid!). Bhanju wanju, if you're reading this twelve years later, I'm sorry for the act, but I had good intentions betay :P. And listen to what you did next!
According to plan, I stopped suddenly (the kid's eyes were like saucers now). And I jumped at him saying a loud ''BHAO". He jumped too. And ....and .... :S... burst into such a LOUD laughter, that you can't imagine. Mum and sis who were watching this whole episode rather apprehensively burst out laughing too :$. Katchi hogai meri. So much for scaring him. I still use the BHAO routine to make him cackle with laughter. Masha Allah :D
Anyway, last night :(... I was late again in sleeping. When finally turned in at 3.00 am, the kid woke up! (and btw, he's the kind of specie who doesn't wake up at nights... he keeps on sleeping through the night MA). Khair, he woke up and sis who had a bad headache, tried to make him drink some milk and fall right back asleep. But he didn't. Usually, if he's acting this way, I pick him up and his head droops for a while, then falls on my shoulder asleep - in the terminology of my sis the priss, 'Chotu has gone boop' :)
*deep sigh*. So I picked up the whining baby, and a few minutes later, blessedly, I felt his head drop on my shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to put him back in bed, when I realised that... that... eugh :P he wasn't asleep. Just busy biting my shoulder! Teething apparently has weird effects on babies. Thank God I don't remember my teething phase :P.
So to cut long things short, the dude didn't sleep. The whole night, I was awake... along with his distressed mum... and after Fajr, the kid was taken away by Chotpo... on whose shoulder, he fell asleep in 10 minutes. *shakes a fist at the hilarity of events that unfolded last night*... !! Taubah.
Today was eventful for another thing... I gave him a bath! On my own. Usually, during the deed, I'm the side-helper and my sis is the main character (along with the baby). Today, it was me. And my no-nonsense ways, man! Did he look astonished or what!
Lol. I seriously think there should be a nice darjah for Khalas. I'll leave you with a picture depicting his usual state (it's not him, but still :P you get the ''picture'')