Scene 1 - 11 PM on the eve of R's Maths test. R running temperature close to 100 Deg.
He is given calpol. Fever doesnt seem to be getting under control. Disturbed sleep all night.
Scene 2 - 6 AM next day. I try telling R not to get to school. He says he is fine and wants to go. I am wary of him missing the test too. So I decide to take him to school, wait for him to do the test and bring him back home.
Cut to Scene 3
The Co-ordinator at School doesnt permit the child being taken back home while classes are still in progress for security reasons. (Makes me feel R is indeed in a really wierd kind of secure place!:P). His Maths teacher understands my anxiety and asks me to take R back home even without the test, she tries reassuring him that he will get his grade though and can skip the test.
Now for the Climax
Look of Disbelief on R's face, as he cries aloud No -cher! (thats how children refer to teachers in his school.. and that calls for an altogether different blog!)
Tears trickle down on his rosy cheeks as he keeps telling his Cher - "I want maths test!"
Until Cher decides to give in and say, " Okay baba. Pls. write the test!"
I am thrown off gear completely witnessing this scene. And as I quietly exit the scene with Cher's assurance that she'll watch over him, I am sure...that 'I want Math test' aren't passed on from my set of genes!
I have an illustrious history of faking a variety of illnesses on the eve of almost every math test! I guess...that's what they call... theory of natural selection.
Only the best gets inherited and passed on as part of evolution. Am I glad or what :-)
He is given calpol. Fever doesnt seem to be getting under control. Disturbed sleep all night.
Scene 2 - 6 AM next day. I try telling R not to get to school. He says he is fine and wants to go. I am wary of him missing the test too. So I decide to take him to school, wait for him to do the test and bring him back home.
Cut to Scene 3
The Co-ordinator at School doesnt permit the child being taken back home while classes are still in progress for security reasons. (Makes me feel R is indeed in a really wierd kind of secure place!:P). His Maths teacher understands my anxiety and asks me to take R back home even without the test, she tries reassuring him that he will get his grade though and can skip the test.
Now for the Climax
Look of Disbelief on R's face, as he cries aloud No -cher! (thats how children refer to teachers in his school.. and that calls for an altogether different blog!)
Tears trickle down on his rosy cheeks as he keeps telling his Cher - "I want maths test!"
Until Cher decides to give in and say, " Okay baba. Pls. write the test!"
I am thrown off gear completely witnessing this scene. And as I quietly exit the scene with Cher's assurance that she'll watch over him, I am sure...that 'I want Math test' aren't passed on from my set of genes!
I have an illustrious history of faking a variety of illnesses on the eve of almost every math test! I guess...that's what they call... theory of natural selection.
Only the best gets inherited and passed on as part of evolution. Am I glad or what :-)
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