“ Mommy, you are Elastigirl.”

” Papa, you are Mr. Incredible.”

” And you are getting married. Now you have to hug & kiss. ”

” OK Tanay. What’s next?”

“ Now… go and make a family!”

Really?? Is this what he got from the movie?!

Since many of you expressed an interest in the reptile that has been haunting me, here are some visuals. I really should have taken a before and after picture. But little did I know that it would end up affecting me so much. Anyways, here it is, soaking it up in the garbage bag.

The next two are self explanatory. Note the joyful grin on our man’s face. SHUDDER!!

The Alligator, at this moment is drying up and I am guessing will shrink back to it’s original size. Only to be soaked in the water. Again.

This past weekend, Shubham & Tanay visited the local Discovery Museum. After they were done browsing around and having a snack, they stopped by the gift shop. You just cannot leave a Museum without saying hello to their gift shop, can you?! And of course, Tanay had to pick the most sinister looking thing they had. An alligator. Not just any alligator. One of those toys who grow when left submerged in water for a number of days.

That’s not all. This darn reptile is pretty big to begin with.” Immerse it in a bucket or your bath tub for seven to ten days and watch it grow to almost 36 inches long“, the instructions said. YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! A three foot reptile in my house??!!!! I cannot even get myself to focus on the fact that it is not alive. All those who know me, know about my fear for these crawling monsters. The mere thought of one of them is enough to give me the heebie jeebies. And Tanay seems to find these exact blood sucking creatures endearing. How twisted is that?!

So, father & son filled up a big garbage bag with water, put the monster in there, tied it up and left it in the bath tub. Yes, it’s in there. Marinating. Growing. I did not watch. I did not step into that bathroom. Until this morning when Shubham yelled out from the shower,

Shubham: Can you get me my shampoo from the guest bath?

Me: Guest bath? Why can’t you use the one here?!

Shubham: Coz I need my special ginger shampoo.

(Now, explaining that is an altogether different post in itself.)

So, I walk in there, close my eyes, pick the first bottle my hands can touch and run.

Shubham: This is not my shampoo! Its a body wash. Please get my shampoo.

Me: You want me to go in there.. AGAIN??! Don’t you care for my poor heart?!!

So, I go in there…. again. Seriously I could hear the Psycho shower track playing in the background. Then I saw it. There it was. And it looked bigger. And it’s going to get even bigger. And then heaven knows what these boys will do with it….. GOD HELP ME!

As for Shubham, he got his prized shampoo while I had to gulp down a glass of iced water to calm down.