Oh yes I forgot to mention, he is my 2 year old son and no one else. A sudden reality dawned on me, my life isn't mine any more. I don't control my life, the reins are in the hand of this little chap. He decides what I do every evening (post office hours), he decides what we eat every weekend, he decides where we travel and how we travel, he decides whether I can watch a movie, he decides whether I can catch up on the latest episode of Narcos. In short he decides what I do in my life. Scary isn't it? How these cute little things can manipulate us with their cuteness and antics, and we just surrender ourselves to these pint sized humans.
Well how much we bemoan the loss of freedom and control over our lives, don't we secretly allow ourselves to be controlled by these mini creatures. Who can resist falling for these guys? Don't you wonder, how do these miniature creatures learn to manipulate grown ups and mature people? I might be blabbering, but deep inside I am grateful that my life has become more meaningful with the presence of this little chap. Well, he is proving to be pretty useful too. He brings my phone, my snacks, my shoes and also attempts to pick up my laptop (he will get trained in a couple of weeks)
My happy hours are over, time to board now. Can't wait to get enslaved by this magical creature again and dance to his tunes, literally.