2 friends. 2 dinners. 2 cuisines. 2 goody bags. That is 2-2-2-2s of the past week. My friends have been inviting me over for dinners, providing great food and also allowing me to take it back in goody bags. Life does hold surprises. At the same time, it is also true that some disgruntled souls (lesser mortals who haven't had this good fortune in the recent past) have been calling me a Cossette ala Les Miserables. This means the French think I cry a lot. It is the easiest way to explain the nickname!
Last night was the last of the 2-2-2-2s in a malayali home with my friend, his wife and his son. Most of the entertainment was provided by the 8 year old. The interactions made me long for the comforts of my home. It made me also realize bringing up boys and girls are different. At the dinner table with 3 boys(please note I'm not talking about the biological age but the state of the mind here), the conversation soon turned to girls. The 8 year old had the most to contribute to the subject.
According to the 8 year old, his mom always shows him the goody-good girls. By goody-good, he must have meant good-mannered. Those are the girls who his mother notices and also nudge her son towards. Yes, I agree she is a super-cool mom! No two thoughts about it. But what does our 8 year old like? "I like rowdy girls".
What constitutes rowdy? I leave it up to you. But one thing for sure, bad girls rule!