P: Did you see the movie XYZ?
Me: No baby. Why?
P: Kian saw it. Said it was a turkey.
Me: *gasp* You know what a turkey is?
P: Of course. A really awful movie. Did you know what a turkey is?
Me: er, yeah.
P: oh ok. When I become big and have my own son or daughter, I will teach them what a turkey is.
Me: *wheeze* Son / daughter?? I thought you did not want to get married / have a girlfriend / have babies?
P: Nah. I changed my mind. So how old should …

My son will grow up to be a great interrogator, am sure. He gets down to the res immediately, no faffing around. Last weekend, I was ten minutes into my weekly phone call with my mum when she mentioned that my dad has now taken this job of becoming a grandpa all over again so seriously, he has decided to go in for some false teeth. Apparently, there was some minor disagreement with a tourist bus and the car he was in somewhere on the Madras-Tirupathy highway re whose right …