Potty Creativity

Sorry to all you folks who have waited so patiently for some more of my baby gyan. The break was a little too long, I know, but there were too many things going on, to be able to satisfy the demands of the choosy, picky, discerning reader. And I don't like to disappoint the paying public.

But, what do you know! Life is busy as a 20 and a 1/2 month old.

So what was I up to these past few weeks? Thinking, philosophizing, thinking some more, pooping (well!!).. Have you ever realized something? Pooping is the best time to philosophize! That's the time I get my most creative ideas.

Imagine world leaders holding a conference to come up with a strategy to set bin Laden straight, while sitting on the pot. If only they would do it, the world could have been a better place by now ;-)). Osamasaur would have been a reality!

Anyways, so coming back to a few of the things I've been upto, the past few weeks.

Love I've learnt is subjective.

Love towards the living room and kitchen, I've learnt, is also subjective.

I don't know what the thing with grownups is.

I try my best to help them keep the place looking great. But they don't seem to appreciate my efforts much. Mom keeps hauling the cushions all the time and keeping them back on the sofa, and the table cloth back on the table, and the newspapers back in the shelf. What a waste of pillow, table cloth and newspaper!!

For one, the sofa cushions add to the character of the floor, which is just dark brown otherwise.

And the table cloth adds such a nice touch of oceanic blue to the floor. I can't understand why the table cloth even needs to be on the table. The table looks clean enough to not need one!

And the newspaper.. Well come to think of it, it's just black and white. But after so much color on the floor, a little bit of black and white should be appreciated.

But no!! But Mom doesn't seem to think so.

That's just the living room I'm talking about.

The kitchen is a totally different story.

Onions, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Chili paste, Ginger, Turmeric, really color up (also, spice up) the greys of the kitchen floor. Otherwise the kitchen floor is just boring (blechh!) and nothing much to write home (or anywhere) about.

Again, Mom doesn't seem to think so.

Nothing against dirtyness, but the personal touch goes a-missin after mom's dirtied it up. I don't know why Mom doesn't like to see the place all tidied up.

And again!!

There goes all my handiwork. No one appreciates it! Do i have to be the only one working as hard to keep the place neat and clean???

I don't know how many times I have to keep tidying it up!

Hmph!!