The way you make a dent on our cheeks with you index finger , each time you wish to implant a kiss.
The way you came and patted my cheeks every now and then , when I was unwell last week. And some times slapped in anger too , for not getting up to play with you.
The way you say an unexpected "thank you" when I do a tiny winy thing for you or sometimes even when I kiss you.
The way you keep on kissing me , till I say thank you and remind me to say , if I forget.
The way you dance to see me in the evening when you reach home earlier than I do.
The way you lie down between me and you papa and demands to do a 1-2-3 kiss (where mumma papa kiss the baby together at 3)
The way you cry when I dont cover myself , yes MYSELF with a blanket at night or when I don't wear slippers.
The way you turn side as soon as I cover you with a blanket , even if you are in your deepest sleeps.
The way you hold your cheeks in your left hand to open your mouth for the spoon of medicine when you are unwell. The way you think that thats the only way medicine spoon goes in!
The way you play in water and giggle.
The way you still remember when and where did I get hurt and remind me each time when I reach the spot , "Mumma Chot".
The way you ask me about each of your loved ones and precious things before bedtime and don't sleep till I tell you that all of them have slept.
The way you "SHOW OFF" all your toys and ishtyles to your Nanu-Nani and Dadu-Dadi over the phone , thinking that they can see all.
The way you tell Nanu , "Godi.." and say "B-Bye Mumma , B-Bye Papa" , thinking that you can go to Nanu's lap through phone.
The way you walk in the balcony with phone in your hand , immitating papa's style.
...all this and all the rest too!