Flash tales from Ryan.
This happened a few months back when Ryan had just started formal schooling.
Aware that any food that drops on the floor is supposed to be thrown into the dustbin, Ryan makes sure that his food remains in its container and doesn’t really fall. However, being a kid, we all understand how ‘things just fall down on their own'(I am quoting him) when he eats.
Let me note here that he is a chatterbox, and we come to know of everything that happens in his class, or anything new that he may have seen at school. Well yes, until now, he is a radio station for his class.
Apparently, one day, a piece of fruit had fallen down from his snack box. Ryan, strangely, picked it up and ate it. When he came home, he started telling his ‘school-stories’ with excitement. Suddenly, he came to the fruit story. This was how the conversation between us went on:
Ryan with eyes rounded and eyebrows touching the stratosphere: ‘Mamma, today, an apple fell down from my snack box.’
Me: ‘Oh, only one piece fell or did all the pieces fall down?’
Ryan: ‘No, only one.’
Me: ‘Ok. What did you do with it?’ My happy mommy hopes were rising up to hear the word ‘trashcan.’ I heard it, but with a twist.
Ryan: ‘I ate it.’
Me: ‘What! You ate the apple that fell on the ground? Why?’ My happy-mommy hopes already dashed by then.
Ryan: ‘Mamma, I picked up the apple, and looked for the trash. But there was no trashcan in the class. So I ate it.’
My heart melted. I wanted to laugh out loud. I wanted to tell him the alternatives to the situation, but for the moment, I hugged him and laughed.
I love him for his spunk creativity and innocent spirit.