This is something that G hears a lot about these days. Every time someone meets him, he gets some comment or the other about being big. (He is rather big for a 3 year old). But I didnt realize how it was getting to him…and how he could argue his bigness.

Scene: Saying bye to his papa leaving for Japan in a taxi cab. Papa’s colleague gets out of the car and comments to G that he has grown big.

A few hours later, G is demanding to do something in the kitchen. He wants to stir the pot, or cut the vegetables or do something equally dangerous and I find myself saying ‘G, you are just a little boy, you cant do that’.

‘But mama!’. But ‘mama’.

The man tooooold me that I am big.

I bit my lip, outsmarted again.

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