Sid and the little man
"Sid-art" as he refers to Siddharth, is usually found looking baffled whenever he meets Rishan. "Goddammit, that kid knows bigger words than I do"! I smile at him, "Well, everyone knows bigger words than you do, love"! He chose to ignore that and continued, "He's four! Four, I tell you. It's unnatural. When he was two he fell in the bathtub, and told me that he "toppled" over. I didn't know the word "toppled" till I was like, I don't know, probably till I heard him say it. Ok, exaggeration but you know what I mean". I patted him on the head, "It's ok, it was probably a fluke!". "Hmm, I don't know about that. The other day he was being a brat and told your mom to shut up. I believe his exact words were "Keep quiet, you silly old bag! You're irritating me!". I looked shocked, "What cheek, my mom would have whacked me if I called her an old bag! Did she whack him?". He shook his head, "No, she burst out laughing. I on the other hand was trying to figure out what an 'old bag' was. When I did figure it out all I could think of was how to take lessons from him on taking a dig at your mom"! While I shook my head in disbelief, he continued, "Your dad was backing the car out of the driveway the other day. Rishan was watching him and remembered that the last time around, your dad backed into the ditch. He started yelling "Run for your livvesssss! Nana is backing the car!" I grinned, "What did my dad have to say?". "Well", Sid said, "he didn't look amused, but he was way too busy backing to pay too much attention. But I think he did look like he might have a stroke, when Rishan almost ruined his car deal". My dad had a Honda City that he was selling. It was in mint condition except for a scratch that had somehow appeared a night or two before the buyer was coming over to see it. Rishan, who's obsessed with cars, heard about the aforementioned scratch and insisted on seeing it and asked 'Sid-art' to take him outside where Nana was "selling" the car. Sid shuddered at the memory, "Can you believe what he did over there? He kept saying, 'Look at this big scratch, my goodness what a big scratch. Your dad in the meanwhile, who had been trying to casually lean against the scratch, was looking at me murderously, but trying to keep his tone calm. Why don't you take him in Siddharth". I laughed, "Well, why did you take him out?". He shrugged, "I'm putty in his hands, I learnt that word from him by the way. Well, come on we all know that I'm not the brightest star on the block, I didn't realize he'd jeopardize your dad's deal! For once, his usually infinite vocab was limited to just two words over and over again, like a primitive caveman. As we walked away it was just "big scratch", "oooo bigg", "big big", "reallly big scratch"!
From mulling over Michael Jackson's skills (he's a better dancer than a singer) to solemnly telling me how scared he felt when he saw the Mangalore air crash on television, he never ceases to amaze me with the things he says. Sid-art of course, looks utterly foxed at the best of times when he is with Rishan and sometimes a bit deflated. "What's the matter bubz?", I asked him. He answered sullenly, "How does he do it? He actually offered me his kiddy dictionary today, I can tell he's laughing at me"! I smiled, "Well, if it makes you feel better. He actually said "Spitted" the other day, as in "Uh oh, i spitted"!. Sid was struggling I could tell. "Spitted"?, he asked. I rolled my eyes and explained, "Oh god, he meant to say "Uh oh, I spat", you moron! He does make mistakes you know". A look of glee spread over Sid's face, "Ha, "spitted"! What a dumbo. Let me go make fun of him". He ran off and a few seconds later I heard an alarmed sounding, "No, no I'm not telling you to spit. No, no stop it. No spitting, yuck yuck. No stop the spitting. Dammit"!