Few weeks ago, my son and his team mates won a maths competition and his teacher bought Pizza for the whole class. 28 individual pizzas that I am sure she paid for with her own money. I felt it is only right that I should at least say my thanks to the teacher for making my son’s day the happiest, not winning the competition but eating pizza. ( He still wants to marry an Italian girl for the same reason)

In May, my son had to participate the school musical and knowing how he leaves everything to the last minute, I had asked him over and over do you have any costumes to wear. “No, I am fine, they said we could wear shorts” and I believed him. Yaya was in the chorus and she organized all the things she needed.

At about 10 AM on the day of his musical I get this text message from him.

I called a friend of mine whose son is attending the same school and she told me that the school told weeks ago that all boys need to wear black jeans and black shoes. My wonderful son only found out about that on the day of the program. I was so mad at him.

So this thing about him doing everything the last minute has been going on from kindergarten and when I met his teacher, this is what she said

“He is such a wonderful boy, his homework is always complete and he makes it a point to wish me good morning every morning and says thank you each evening”

When you see such a positive outlook of your child through the eyes of another person, it makes you feel like a monster. I worry so much that he will never learn to be responsible and then find that he is responsible when it comes to things that really matter.

His teacher also mentioned about my son’s sense of humour. I see it every day.

My son loves to sleep in on Sunday and Yaya is someone whose body clock is programmed to 6 AM. The moment she wakes up, she switches on the radio and start singing along using a pitch that makes any sane person think of homicide. In my case, I have accepted this as Karma returning the favour for me singing off tune every morning all those years ago and bugging my mother and my sisters. Often I can hear my son yelling from his room ” Yaya shut up”, But what he said last Sunday topped my list of “things I must never forget”

He got up from his bed, went to Yaya’s room and banged on the door really hard and Yaya very angrily opened the door and screamed ” What do you want?” and he told her

“Yaya, judging by the way you are singing, I don’t think so”

Yaya was speechless for a second and I was clueless as to what was happening and then I heard both of them laughing and the I heard song she was singing along.

“I will survive”