The ABCD Song
Aditi’s (3.5 yrs) version of the A-B-C-D… nursery rhyme: A-B-C-D E-F-G H-I-J-K- Yellow-Mellow-Pee … 😀
Aditi’s (3.5 yrs) version of the A-B-C-D… nursery rhyme: A-B-C-D E-F-G H-I-J-K- Yellow-Mellow-Pee … 😀
Rohit reads out a Silly Bee joke from the carton of Cheerios breakfast cereal:“What do you call a bee that can’t make up its mind?” (with some explanations of what is “making up one’s mind”) After deep thought Ak comes up with “umm.. nothing, you tell!” Rohit: “Maybe!” In a flash, with no pause for…
Cliched and soppy though it is, I shall put it up. Some day when he’s a teenager trying to impress a girl, he might lynch me for this, but what to say – I live dangerously 😉 Transcription (leaving his spellings “as-is”): [Dear Santa I have bean a good boy I have leant my writting…
Appa, while recovering at home from his by-pass surgery (March 2008), was moved to poetry by Aditi’s kindness towards him – of her offering her baby hand to lift him up from a chair, or offering (insisting more like :-D) to put medicines in his mouth.. and such like. So here’s the poem the baby…