I have been meaning to write this post for a long time now. But I keep forgetting to post and when I do open my blog, the words elude me.

But just yesterday, Agastya was in one of his particularly regaling moods... hence am putting everything down while its still fresh

You see, our maid ( a veritable gem) who's been with us for a year now has left as she's getting married. She very kindly arranged for a replacement tho'- her sister's mother-in-law.
Now this lady's real good at housework, a veteran at it. But keeping a 3 year old company... aaah! there she's sadly lacking. And my son wasn't making it any easier for her. The last two weeks, my Mom was with me and I think at times my son would even forget that I was around; the grandmom-grandson bonding was that strong. So I need hardly add that my son ignored the new lady totally.

But as of day before yesterday, my Mom was on her way to Kerala and Agastya's parents had to go to their respective offices, so Agastya was left to bond with Muniyamma.

The lady knew only Tamil and my son knew none (tho' his earlier caregiver was also Tamilian, she knew Malayalam and used to speak to Agastya in a mixture of Malayalam  and English and Agastyalangue). Muniyamma hasn't come close to understanding his langue cos it was a mix of Malayalam + English, both of which she doesn't follow. But the lady is making a valiant effort from her side.

Yesterday, I heard her enticing Agastya with promises of taking him to town.
Town, I wondered?
Where on earth was she planning to take my baby?
So I cautiously asked her where she was taking him. She replied, "Town, Amma, itho, inke keezhe thaan." (Town, Amma, just down here)
My son keeps harping to go down (we stay on the 3rd floor) and so Town was her version of down.

My son has been adding to her 'English' vocabulary. He's told her that he saw 'ephilants' in the temple and that he wants to eat his food with a 'khoon'...
The 'khoon'  had us also worried when we heard this for the first time... :-) 
There was this bloodthirsty toddler, who came up to me and endearingly asked me for some 'khoon'. I balked and looked at Hubs for help. He told my Hubs too, "I wan khooooooon". When we both had asked him some 3 times , he yelled "I want KHOOOOOOON!" and he ran to the kitchen and pointed out to the spoons in total and utter frustration. Folks, who ever said communication was easy?

Then there was the time when he wanted to 'poul'. And he would raise his hands. And we would wrinkle our foreheads. Finally understanding faster that his parents were dumb and actions spoke louder than words, he  took a cup out of the rack and held it high and 'pouled' into another cup. And light dawned on the befuddled parents.

There was the time when he used to refer to Ammamma Samy. And I thought, Wow, this guy really revers his grandparent. And it turned out that it was dear Hanuman he was referring to.

Flowers are 'showers',
planes are 'pains',
medecines are 'mecedines',
the voyage of discovery continues...

I'm reminded here about the little boy who befriended Agastya on the train once and and asked, "I'm four years old , are you four?"
And Agastya replied back confidently, "No, I'm not 4, I'm Agashya!