S & S (they like talking to me ONLY when I have just entered the bathroom) : Amma, what are you doing ?
Me : Umm..I am having my breakfast.
(All I can hear are giggles).
S and S, are deeply engrossed in fighting with each other and I am going mad. So I raise my voice and shout "Would you like me to give some kitchen knives with which you can fight each other?". They are stumped for a minute and then start laughing. Phew..the situation is diffused for that moment.
I am asking Shraddha to put her dirty socks for washing. In her sweetest-I -don't-know kind of voice she asks me "Amma, where should I put it ?" I think for a second and tell her " The MIXIE ?". Pat comes the reply from her "Okay ..the washing machine right ? ". Right, you got it.
It could be either of the kids, but this dialogue comes up frequently when they are really angry with me. "Why should I listen to you ? I don't have to do what you say ?" I do not get ruffled at all. I simply tell them " Oh no..You have to do exactly as I say, because I am a dictator." Then ofcourse I have sit and explain the meaning of a dictator to Shraddha.