Dear Amma,
I’m sorry I spoke incessantly
with food in my mouth, spat out medicines, refused to sleep and gave you a
tennis elbow. What goes around, comes around.
I’m glad that I smothered you
with kisses, played hours of peekaboo and read storybooks into wee hours of the
morning. What goes around, comes around.
How did you give her tennis elbow, one has to ask?!
ReplyDeleteHa ha. Stephanie, I would insist on being carried around and looking at stuff outside the house to be fed my meals apparently. So that worked out to carrying me around thrice a day, for around 2 years. I have a good reason to believe I was responsible for it :)
DeleteSoooo cute :-) loved it! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rama!
Delete