A pinch of babyness
What does it take to make a ‘pinch
of babyness?’ May I tell you the right recipe?
Take a base of innocence and
sprinkle it with some fresh tears. Now add cuteness to it. When the cuteness is
overloaded, take naughtiness and slice till the base (of innocence) is broken
in to pieces. Top it with millions of million dollar smiles, preferably toothless
and serve it when it is still young.
Doesn’t it sound delicious? Well,
we tried it at home and this is how it turned out.
Icy was in a blissful siesta oozing
innocence from every pore of her skin. I couldn’t wait for the waking-up
moments, nor could I disturb her nap. When she woke up, she wailed spilling a
tear or two and I rushed to give her a big hug. She smiled when I kissed her.
She laughed when I cuddled her. She rollicked when I tickled her...and then,
she was on her fours, with a glint of playfulness flashing in her eyes. She
pinched me. Ouch. I let it go. She pinched me again and it did hurt. I gently
pulled her hands away and gave her a toy in an attempt to divert her. She
tossed the toy with a roguish grin, sought me and pinched me with a perfect
pincer grasp, twisting it clockwise and anti-clockwise until I shed my ‘How-can-I-react-to-a-baby’s-assualt?’
pretence. I wailed and she laughed even more raucously. I learnt the hardway that it is an unbreakable cycle. What resists...persists. Period. So I pinched myself and let out a fake cry. She laughed and laughed
and laughed until she made me laugh along with her.
Wiping the tears of joy I
wondered if a pinch of babyness could be so overwhelming, How overpowering
could a pitch of the same be?
