A tiny sense of humour

7th July 2014

We are getting dressed for a 'social event'.

Vi and I are ready. Sam rushes home from work, and goes for a quick shower. 

Vi knocking the door: Daddu? Daaaadduuuuuu, what are you doing?

Sam: I am taking a shower

Vi (giving me *that* sly look): What? You are breaking the towel?!

And then the endless giggles! :D

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Sometime in 2013

Me: Vividhaaaaa, pick up your toys!
Vi (rolling eyes, shrugging her tiny shoulders): Papoi? Ja, ja, ja Papoi, papoi! Phrrrtttt!

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Sometime again in Summer 2013

I can't find my phone. Calling my number from the landline and frantically searching around the house for any faint ringing sound. I can't hear it.

Vi: What are you searching?
Me: My phone
Vi: Then who are you calling from the house phone?
Me: My number, so I can hear it and then look for it.
Vi (that *khufiya jasoosi* look and a grin): Call my number, and I'll find it for you. OK?
Me (in an equally secretive whisper): OKkkkkkkkayyyyyyyyyy!

So I pretend to call her toy phone. She picks it.
Vi: Hello, Mumma? Yes, yes, I can help you. Please look inside my big bag of soft toys.

And sure enough, there it is, muffled by all the cuddliness around!

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