My son, the sumallist!

By the term sumallist, I don’t mean to say that Naren is a minimalist. He is so very far from that in truth. For him the need to buy something new every single week or even every single day is pretty high. Now, this is not because he is spoilt (maybe a tad bit), but because of the curious nature of this age (I am hoping). He really doesn’t understand money…not that I expect him to, but the fascination is mostly upon the object he is interested in. Take for example the story of Thomas the tank engine. It all started with a pair of those soft shoes, the kind that one wears at home. We bought it, because that was the only model that carried his size. And so the fascination began. He wanted Thomas train tracks, because now he could identify the grinning faced thing on the shelves. So the tracks came followed by Thomas’s friends since Thomas was “sad” being alone (I swear the boy said that) and in came James and Percy. And then a trip to the Thomas train affair where another round of buying Salty and Percy happened. Things quietened a bit. Then came the time to move to his own room! He said, arms crossed, “will go only with Thomas blanket” accompanied by a little pout and pooling of the eyes. Dad being dad, sent Mamma to the store with the boy to do the same and when mother and son came out of the store, the boy was all smiles, since he managed to lay his hands on a Thomas shaped arm pillow or more like a crib mate.

Now, why did I call him a sumallist in the title? ‘Coz everytime he needed a Thomas or his pals, he would say, “Amma please Amma…oru sumall Percy/oru sumall blah blah blah”. But in reality he would want the biggest offering in the store. Now if only I could get that darn grinning Thomas and the extremely happy boy to shift their bases to the crib, I would be the most contended person.

 

One can wish for the sumall things in life, can’t I?