A little playdoh never hurts.

I'm of the opinion that playdoh is very good smelling chemical in a kid's hands. I had kept Gnan away from it for a long time and he survived playing with chapattis dough. At one stage I decided he needs to see some colours so I gave him the clay. He went into this frenzy of making shapes and throwing around bits of this coloured clay. Every other time I had my broom and I was sweeping away this mess. As I was collecting it in my dust pan..

Me : Gnan, I'm never going to buy you clay if you waste so much.
G : Amma, amma, amma.
Me : enna?
G : wait! (With complete hand movement like a traffic police)
Me : what now?
G : (runs and brings my phone and says) photo photo Amma photo!
Me : this is going to the dustbin Gnanu.
G : Amma, rainbow rainbow. Paaru rainbow.

And the colourful bits ended up in the bin without any anger.

It reminded me of a message my dad shared with me once. It said 'a child in always in a party mood. Don't spoil it.'

As angry as I was, I did smile while I threw the bits into the dustbin. 

Couch potato

I see my future bright and clear. I'm going to sit on a bean bag with Gnan and watch Ice age 1,2 and 3 consecutively!