Pappu talks a lot these days. He wants to know the name of everything. He points at things and looks at me inquisitively. And I name it. Then he repeats. Our conversation goes like this.
He: Points at something. Mm. mm. mm.
Me: It’s a clock.
He: Ta.
Me: This is a book.
He: Ta.
Me: Car.
He: Ta.
Me: Honey it’s CAR.
He: Ta.
Me: Car. Say Car.
He: TA! TA! TA! TA! TA! TA! TA!
And he thinks that mom is crazy.
