Today morning Ritvik somehow grabbed Johnson baby powder pack and tried sprinkling it on our black couch. He became so happy upon seeing fine white powder being absorbed in couch linen that he decided to do it again. I was watching, but did not have heart to stop him. Seeing him becoming happy in doing mischievous thing was more rewarding than caring about cleaning efforts. 15 minutes later, couch looked like covered with zebra skin and Ritvik seemed to be coming out of flour factory. But as I said, he was thrilled because I allowed him to do that.
On the way to school, he asked me "When is Saturday, papu". I said tomorrow, and he was so happy, "Saturday no new school, we go to Whee Park. I take my bucket and shovel. And we eat ice cream. Ice cream is yummy, right papu." Yes sunny boy, said I.
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