Still, his first audibly clear sentence was "Nini aa ri hai", which means he wants to go sleep.
Of course, the experienced parents among you know that he means nothing of the sort. He means, look, I'm bored of the living room, all right? So take me to that a/c bedroom, and we can spend the next two hours of our lives talking non stop on the bed, while you and mom can get both exasperated and fascinated by my sudden revival of energy. Because, let's face it, you guys give me full quality time when you're trying to get me to do nini.
The day he actually says that, will probably be when I'll hand him the keys to his car and I'll be doing nini far before he comes back home. For now, though, I will be one of the masters of his universe and revel in the glory, until he realizes I'm just a fat, old father.
He now can say one to five, in English, and uses his pointer fingers (both of them) to demonstrate one, and like everyone in his generation, is in too much of a hurry and goes straight to five fingers while saying two, three, four, five! Then at six, he ponders. What should I do? I can't lose the symmetry - he's using both hands, remember - so, ah, junk it, let's go back to, "one!".
And yesterday, he repeated one to ten in Hindi and of all languages, German. Zurückbleiben bitte. (That's the only sentence his dad knows. We're sorta kinda a one sentence family at this moment)
He's a little darling. Varun, I mean, not his dad. Though we would welcome contrary opinions. But I digress. So Varun is being this parrot nowadays and we're petrified of using any rude language when he's around. At this point, V will probably adore me for this, I will not reveal the really cute thing he does, because you never know where they're storing the internet nowadays and if any of his future girlfriends discovers this blog, I will be one dead parent.
Like we haven't embarrassed him enough already.
