I have a four-year old nephew who is extremely entertaining and a total riot to be with. I grin, laugh and guffaw so much when I am with him that my face begins to ache after a while. I recently spent a rollicking week with him and was subjected to an overdose of fun and laughter. There was one particular episode that I thought I should share right away. (I ought to think about sharing some more such profound conversations when I find the time)
The Scene: A small but busy coffee and snacks shop with a few tall tables and chairs for customers. It's around 5 PM in the evening and there are around 10-15 customers wandering around the place and choosing/placing an order for their coffee and snack. Nephew asks for a Waffle and my cousin places an order and comes back to the table to wait for it to be made. While waiting, he asks my nephew, who manages to, by then, scramble up the tall chair and park himself successfully, how Waffles are made.
Act 1: Nephew (Very sincerely and thoughtfully): They take this thing (referring to the bread/cake portion of the waffle) and put it into that thing (points to the small waffle-iron that cooks and creates the pattern on the bread/cake) and it comes out. Then they spread the chocolate syrup on it (accompanies his descriptions with appropriate body language throughout the explanation) and put it together. After that they bring it and serve it to the customers....
Nimmy: (Interrupts spontaneously with laughter and surprise): Customers?!!! Hey...when did you do your MBA?
Nephew (Puts on a really cute and proud smile and stays silent in thought for a few seconds trying to perhaps understand why I got so excited...and then slowly says): No........they taught me this in Nursery....
Act 2: Nimmy: (Jumps down the chair and pretends to be an Ostrich desperately looking for sand)
Rest of the Gang: (Guffaws uncontrollably)