My son has caught the seasonal flu and is at home at the time when I leave to work. It's not called the age of 'terrible twos' without reason. So for the past few days he runs up to me, clings, and starts bawling, saying I am not supposed to leave him and go to work. I then cajole him, make up stories of a bad boss who will be bad to mamma if I don't work, and end up making lots of promises to take him to his fav jhoola park; malls, etc and feeling wretched, leave home.
Well, today was no different except that sonny boy was half sleepy with droopy eyes. So I thought why not sing him a lullaby of sorts, and then I can make a clean exit while he has sweet dreams. With such good intentions, I cradled him and, for whatever reason, the only song I could think of at that time was "Khwaja Mere Khwaja". I had just about crooned two lines of it when he mumbled - 'Mamma padathey'. Of course, what a stupid song to sing to a baby. I decided on my personal fav "Thode badmash ho tum" from Sawaariya. Within minutes, my sleepy boy says - Mamma Padathey. Mamma don't sing. Each letter a little more pronounced than I would have liked to hear.
Silence.
I slid him into the arms of my much-amused mother and, embarrassedly muttering that it was getting late for the office, I booted from there. Babycenter lies when it says kids love to hear their mom sing and they don't mind off-key notes. I have now realised what they mean when they say "my family is my best critic".
My boy is ill and possibly wanted some quiet. Bad choice of songs, maybe.
Hmm, I think I need to learn some good lullabies soon.
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