“When is your birthday?”, asked my daughter. She asked me a couple of days after my birthday was over. As the clock stuck 12, she had woken me up from deep sleep to wish me. But the young mind has not understood the concept of birthday fully yet. For her, the birthday is not a day long affair but a brief one which involves a group of people, a cake and subsequent merry making.
The sadist in me decided to induce guilt in her mind instead of correcting the concept of birthday. “Where is my gift?”, I asked. On hearing my question, her eyes moved around the room to avert locking my eyes while a sly smile played on her lips. “I brought you a gift on your birthday!”, I continued. “Where is mine?”. The final nail has been driven into the coffin!
Now, I waited for her to respond while trying hard to mask my smile. She replied immediately, “Boys buy gifts!”. Being a girl, she is off the hook! Where did she learn this?
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