“Amma, ammmmmma I want to tell you something” begins chotu with the tone of someone who has cracked the secret code to life and the likes and receiving no response continues in the same vein “I know who am I”.. if it wasn’t about 12am and if he hadn’t shaken me awake from deep slumber, I might have still indulged him. But the restraint (which has got to be seen to be believed) that I was exercising (to scream my lungs off) for having been woken up rudely, stopped me from doing anything other than just staring at him in the dark. But my clueless son went on “Amma, do you know what, I know who am I”. ” I’m the patties“. At that moment, my anger dissipated and I asked him ” You are the what.?” “patties, amma… I’m patties“.., “appa and you is the bun slices and all this porvai (blanket in Tamizh) is the yucky lettuce”.. (yucky being the operative term here). “We are like burger peoples”. After having laughed hysterically at this great discovery and waking up the poor husband in the bargain, chotu and I went back to sleep, leaving the poor man wondering just what had possessed his wife and son.

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