Letters To Koko

 Dear Koko,  Generally when people talk about children and the memories associated with them, the tales of their naughty deeds top the charts. Unfortunately with you, I have not had the good fortune to share any such stories, because you are such a natural goody two shoes. Never have you broken a toy. Never have you done something which you have been expressly asked not to.  The most you do is probably flick a candy or two from the jar we keep by the fridge every now and then. But even then you come and tell me about it later on.  So when I saw you in our recent trip to do one round too many around the condiment table of the dining room, I was curious. Then I saw this! I think the concierge had also noticed what you were up to and you knew that she knew, so you were trying your best to avoid eye contact with anyone, but alas, you've been caught in the act! The sugar-coated goodies were worth it :) Love, Ma

 Hi Koko,  Let today the 8th of January 2022 be remembered as the most awesome day we ever spent - a day of total wholesome fun just within the four walls of our home sweet home! Such are the times we live in that a winters picnic needs to be replicated in our balcony, imagine! The past few weeks have been tough. We were supposed to travel to Calcutta on a happy occasion, but health crisis all around stalled that. I am wishing and praying that everyone afflicted gets well soon, and while in the face of that calamity, our cancelled plans do not even begin to sound awful, they are nevertheless. Also, due to the weekend curfew which has recently started in Karnataka in the wake of rising Covid numbers, we also had to cancel the plans for our picnic in Cubbon park. While you do not ever complain and are honestly more of a homebody, I do know a part of you were looking forward to. At least I was.  So I thought of enjoying the last bits of the winter sun in our balcony. And you joined me on

 Dear Koko,  I like how you try to humor me and humor anyone in general. So the phase of "let me tell you a joke" has begun. What began as me obviously liking whatever you say because I am biologically obliged to, has quickly moved to me actually looking forward to what is really going in that little head of yours.  Apart from the obvious toilet jokes there are some real good ones out there.  The play on the words... Q: What do you call a dog who sits under the sofa? A: An underdog Then you are amazed at what I have to say about "understanding" and "motivating"! Or when you amazed me by letting me know you even know this: Q: Where do forks and spoons compete? A: The Super Bowl Always, invariably, these bouts of creativity hit you when you we are sitting down for homework. Because what's a better time to exercise your brain, right? And God forbid I say something, you roll your eyes and say "Ma don't scoldeth me". That is your idea of sprin