So, I have to begin this post with caveat that I love my parents. No, really. I think they're fabulous and I would NOT trade my family for another. I love them almost as much as my Ducky - which is a LOT. So this isn't about me dissing my parents in anyway. It's just that they can be peculiar at times.
Take my mom for instance. I love her to death, but bless her heart, the poor woman seems utterly confused about my anatomy. She asks me a minimum of three times a day, "Where's your belly button? Where's your head? Where are your fingers?" They are still here, Mom. Haven't relocated since the last meal. I patiently pointed them out to her, but lo and behold, by the next meal, she asks me again. She also knows when to ask - when I'm at my most vulnerable. Like I'll just be taking an aim to throw my paratha on the ground, and in mid-throw, she asks, "Ahana, where are your ears?" Instinctively I point to them. I can't believe I fall for it every time, but I do.
As if that isn't bad enough, my gramps (love them to bits) also seem disoriented some times about reality. I was given a tea set for my birthday, and they enthusiastically ask me to "pour" them a cup of tea. They don't seem to get that it's not real. I tried explaining to my grandpa the other day, Thatha, it's not really tea. But all he did was smile and exclaim, "Look she's saying Thatha!" And turned to me with a pleading pout, "Ahana, won't you please pour me some tea?" Sigh.
I thought my family was the only crazy one, but I began wondering if this was a more widespread phenomena. The other day, when my mom was with her friends, she said enthusiastically, "Ahana, show Aunty X your ears!" I felt embarrassed for her and was about to apologize for her bizarre behavior, when I caught an expectant look in my Aunty's eyes - she was waiting excitedly to be shown my ears! I couldn't believe my eyes (or ears). Then finally, the other day, it struck me when I observed my friend Nivoo patiently pointing out his body parts to his parents that ALL adults have lost it! It occurred to me that this might be the smartest I'll ever be! It's all downhill from here, fans!
A few days ago, Aripops' mom complained to my mom, "He's so bored with us at home," she said. "Could it be because they were badgering him about his anatomy? " I wondered privately as I "poured" a second cup of "tea" to my delighted grandma.
The Highchair Verdict: Adults are sweet, loving beings who have lost all their marbles. The best way to deal with their bizarre questions is with patience and dignity, and to engage them in their pretend world.
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