Baby and the balloon man

  Baby and the balloon man

Mummy is feeding me ragi. Ugh, I hate that stuff. She is now using harsh words…

But I love you, mommy…

Hey, look! The balloon man…!

Mommy is happy too. She quickly stuffs some of that ikky stuff which I eat.

The balloon man is showing me all the different tricks he can do with the magic of his hands.

I want all of them.

Mommy buys me two and feeds me a spoonful.

She does it again and I avert my face.

 

She threatens to take the balloons away…

I cry. I love you so mommy but not the ragi…

Where’s my Kitchens of India?

Mummy’s saying something like this is the last packet and that she has to remember to ask the grocer’s for some more.

I drool in anticipation and lap it all away.

Mummy is relieved and she kisses me.

I love it when she does that.

I love you, mommy. I love you Kitchens of India…!

Baby’s asleep. Phew! What a battle…

 If it wasn’t for Kitchens of India…

Time to catch a wink…

The next battle… after two hours…

Quick! Call the grocer’s for another packet of ITC Kitchens of India…

(Hee-haw!)

Did baby just gurgle…?

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