Children’s Day this year had been celebrated with a difference. It was an in camera meeting of my close friends who aired their problems with their grand children which more often than not left them embarrassed.
One of them related her unpleasant experience when she accompanied her grand daughter to the child’s friend’s Birthday party. It appears the little girl offered to help the hostess while she was serving the dessert and the latter readily agreed, immensely pleased at the child’s good manners. When she handed a small tray where two cups of ice cream were placed, the child very sweetly said, ‘aunty, you carry the tray and follow me because you are the servant and I am the Queen’ which left everyone around dumbfounded!
Another friend said her plight was equally bad when she went to visit one of her friends taking her five year old grand son along. The little fellow looked around the well furnished drawing room and said to her, ‘Grandma, let’s take this house with us.’ He next said, ‘aunty give me something to eat’ and when she offered biscuits, he refused saying he wanted only a particular brand of cream biscuits.
The third instance left the half a dozen of us more amused than disturbed. It appears when my friend who took her four year old grandson to one of her relative’s houses, even as she was immersed in conversation with the latter, she found the boy coughing endlessly. They soon found the reason for it—he had emptied the squash bottle placed on the dining table!
n.meera raghavendra rao