A few months back, my son and DIL bought a house. The day they moved in, the twins were extremely excited. They called me and announced that they had “finally” moved lock, stock, and barrel, into their “new house.” Thereafter they promptly took me on a tour of the place with running commentary and expert comments. They did a great job I must say. Soon, the tour was done inside and outside the house too.
It was time to settle down and chat.
Amu: You know what, Dada, there’s a room just for you when you come here.
“Now, isn’t that simply fantastic! I will have to think about how to do it up.”
Mia: Mama’s already thought about that. She’s put up new curtains too.
“Well, then I’ll think about what should go on the walls and some other itty-bitty things.”
Amu: It’s going to be fun Dada. Aren’t you excited?
“Yes, I am. Super excited.”
Mia: But you know what Dada, just in case you’re wondering which of the two bedrooms we showed you was yours, the smaller room is yours. The bigger one is ours. You do know yours is the smaller one, right?
Two worried faces looked at me intently. They expected me to be disappointed. I decided to play along.
“Oh!” I said and pulled a long face.
Amu: (clearly moved) Dada, Dada, it’s just a wee bit smaller than ours, she said placatingly.
“Then it’s alright!” I laughed. “Anyway, it makes sense, you know. There are two of you and just one ME. You definitely have more stuff to put in. I was just teasing you. I’d be surprised if I had the bigger room”
They relaxed. And looked at each other in silent communication.
“We’re going to share the bathroom too!” they exclaimed, taking advantage of this moment. And giggles followed that revelation.
“I hope it’s big enough,” I said laughing.
Mia: Oh, Yes, Dada, the bathroom is big enough, but (she pauses) the WC is a bit low! How will you manage? Your back will hurt.
Amu: Maybe she can use mama-papa’s one.
Mia: Or the powder room… the WC there isn’t low!
As I listened and watched their expressions changing with each thought and possible solution, I realized how genuinely concerned they were about their Dada and her physical limitations in some areas.
“What would I do without you two ladoos to care for me! (Literally, ladoo is a sweetmeat). You think about everything to make me comfortable.”
Both: We love you Dada!
“Love you to smithereens too, my dolls.”
Amu: Do you know the master bedroom’s bathroom is BIG and has a jacuzzi too?
“Yes, I heard about that and saw it too on the tour you took me on around the house.”
Amu: Yes, but you don’t know something. (both the girls giggle).
“Now don’t laugh alone. Come on, tickle my funny bone too. I like a good laugh.”
Amu: Mama said she’d like to relax in the jacuzzi with a glass of wine.
“Oh boy! Now that’s a thought. I wouldn’t mind doing that myself!”
Both: But you can’t! Mama said only she and papa would be using that bathroom.
“Oh shoot! (sad face) and here I was dreaming about luxuriating in there with a glass of wine!”
Amu: Really?! But can’t you imagine it?
“Well, I already did and that’s why I thought it would be awesome.”
Amu: (thoughtfully) No Dada, just imagine a naked woman with a glass of wine in the jacuzzi! Ewww!!
Mia: It’s so silly, Dada, (she says between bouts of laughter.)
Amu: And so funny. Just imagine that Dada!
“Well, I could imagine that but I’d rather not, you know,” I manage to say as I laugh out loud. “Come on girls, ever heard of bathing suits aka swimsuits, bikinis. Imagine that kind of a woman.
Amu: But that is not so funny, Dada. Another burst of laughter.
Their laughter and mine punctuated and truncated our conversation about nude women, wine glasses, and jacuzzis.