This is the scene from last evening.
Prachi and HK were playing and Prachi started getting unreasonable, it being the end of the day and her battery needing recharge. HK and I amusingly refer this state as “meter down.”(Happens all evenings, when she needs to go to bed and we parents have to over-stretch our patience thresholds)
She started throwing tantrums and HK scolded her and said “You are a pakat baby” (something on the lines of ‘you are a bad baby’). She cried, we pacified, she cried more, we cuddled and then she giggled and everything was under control.
We decided to wind up the day for her.
HK (with Prachi in his arms): I love you putta
Prachi: I love you too Anna
HK: You are my lovely baby…you are my sweet baby…you are my little angel
No comments from Prachi but never the less enjoying all those moments
HK: You are such a wonderful darling…You are a God’s gift to me (tu devana dillale baabu)
Prachi: But earlier you told pakat to God’s gift?? (tu devana dillale babbaka pakat malle??)
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