They cut each other's hair..
They make curled each other's hair..
Smell of burning only stopped them..
They tried to pull straight their hair..
But atlas..it left a patch of baldness...
Look at their intelligence and boldness..
We had a big bath tub in the master-room..
Well, to them , it is a homely swimming pool..
They said, we are learning to swim...
The toy ducks are ships, the soap makes the waves..
The towels are ropes with anchors...
Hours they spend there, water splashing ..
But then, they said, they are fun learning...
When bed time comes...
We sleep in one big huge room..
Together but you know what happened?
The squeals, the pokes, the trills of hiding..
Under the blankets and make mischief..
She said, ho ho ho, now am the chief..
Bow... smoke peace pipe, no fear...
Peter Pan will come, he is near...
Talking about fairy tales...
Talking about Disney tales..
The videos are repeatedly shown
till the player becomes so hot...
And burnt out and smell like the pot...
After few weeks, disappearing some discs...
So, they tried to copy and file those discs...
but then, they had all those misplaced...
How can the maid know where was placed?
During school holidays time...
That will be their greatest time...
They said, it is best, mum is not at home..
Even better, if dad is not home too...
They are now the kings and queens..
With subjects and armies to command...
My ear rings on their ears...
My small jewelries on their heads...
There were better exciting times...
When we travel to my maiden home...
A load of 5 plus their parents..
They said we need a van..
Pillows, blankets and their personals..
Nothing left out, that they come prepared...
Because we were staying overnight...
They are real adventurous...
They fight the black ants, climbed the trees...
Wade the river banks, collected ferns..
They tried swinging tree to tree...
They collected leaves, flowers of all kind...
They have dogs as horses to ride...
My mum used to say... they are like YOU...
and i blushed....
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