If Appapappa had not stolen my camera for his Delhi trip, I would have put up a picture here. Picture would be one of the little sis with N. Little sis has come from Mumbai to spend time with her niece. And from the looks of it, the “who’s the bigger brat” competition is on full swing.
A little bit of history merits mentioning here. The little sis is the “Original” brat of the family. Self-proclaimed. And accepted.
Along comes a little toddler a year and a half old with equal capacity of brattish behaviour. All of a sudden the Original Brat ( aka little sis) is confronted with this threat to her domain, so to speak.
The resulting encounters between the Original Brat and the Emerging Brat can keep one entertained for hours.
Oh, where is that camera when I need it.
OB is also teaching the EB.
How to blow bubbles with your spit, and make sure it bursts so it sprays everybody in sight.
How to throw tantrums.
How to give lovable smiles after doing the most notorious things.
How to make a peevish face when not given something.
How to demonstrate an urgent need for anything available in a shop. OB is encouraging this in the EB by buying her all kinds of toys that she already has.
I could go on. I am waiting in horror when the EB will meet the Grandmother, who will see an opportunity for spoiling all over again. And I have to watch it all over again 🙂