Eesa insists that he should be called Bhaijaan. Not Eesa bhai, not ayya (what i really wanted!), not bhaiya and not even bhai. Bhaijaan, it must be.
Kids sleeping in their own bed calls for a more relaxed sleep, right? Wrong! I end up waking up every half hour or so, going into their room and putting a finger to their nose to check if they’re still breathing. (as if, there’s less oxygen in their rooms!?) By 4 am, I get exhausted and move them into my room anyway. By morning I vow not to bring them in again. But repeat from step A all over again!
Accidents in the bed. Not fun. He insists its the water from the water bed. Only problem is, we don’t have a water bed here. Only daadi and dada have it and I guarantee, it has no leaks!