When Shubham went to India recently, he spent about five hours at my parents’ home in Mumbai. Just like everytime, my mom asked me what she could send for Tanay. And just like every time, I said nothing bulky. Shubham, you see, is a packing Nazi. In the sense that he hates carrying luggage. If we are going for three days, he will pack stuff for two and a half. I, on the other hand will pack for six. You never know when I may feel like wearing my pink floral stilettos or my raw silk halter top. And what a shame it would be if I didn’t have it with me! So every time mom has to send something with him, she is petrified. Will he take it or will he just refuse. Anyways, I told her to make some cards for Tanay or write him a letter. Because he just loves that and will keep on reading it again and again. So along with that my mom also sent in a pretty envelope with a “letter for me”. Of course Shubham did not question that because…… it was light and could fit in his back pocket.

Fast forward to when he came home. I was delighted to see an envelope for me. But a letter?! My parents don’t write me letters! Very suspicious indeed. I opened it to find a sizable amount of $ as a gift for my birthday!! Shubham was shocked. He had been fooled!! I was like a child who had just been given a bonus allowance! I have spent some enjoyable hours at the mall spending the dough. Most of it at Forever21 coz OMG! I love their stuff! The one thing I realised was that no matter how old you get, you always remain your parent’s kid and its always way more fun spending their money!! So…. Thank you Mom & Dad for the gift! You are the best!

After a long day at the mall, I hauled my bags back home and as is custom, I got ready to put on a fashion show for the boys. I walk out in my first piece and when asked Tanay says, “Mom, you look hot!”. What!!! my son thinks I am hot! That’s the best compliment ever! After the initial euphoria died down, I kinda wondered if that was a word a toddler ought to know. I mean I was not worried about him knowing the word per se but more so about the context in which he used it. So I asked him what he meant by that. He said that the color of my shirt was yellow, which was the color of the sun and hence he thought that I was hot. Phew! atleast he had a sensible explanation for that. But now I had to make sure that he did not go around calling random people hot and more so not at school. So I proceeded to explain that how he must not call anyone hot. Anyone except…. maybe…. sometimes me. C’mon… Its not as if you can pay people to call you hot! So now when asked he says, “Pretty…. you look pretty”. It won’t be long before that answer will change to , “Whatever” or “Stop it Mom! you are embarrassing me!”.

And since we are on the topic of hotness, check out James Mcavoy in his upcoming movie Wanted. 

Enjoy and stay cool!