The first day of school went off smoothly...new textbooks, new notebooks, new timetables...everything seems exciting and interesting, and its worth waiting till evening just to hear about who sat with whom and how many new children were there this time...
So the evening saw each child sharing some tidbit, the 11 yrold has a cricket tournament coming up where he is playing in 6 matches and of course very thrilled about it...while i see myself the only candidate for grabbing the hat of the cricket mum, soccer mum and keeping 6 yrold occupied well enough mum during the next 10 days. I'm also currently feeling very pleased with myself for having got through 2 weeks of holidays in one piece and more importantly having had fun all the way.
and then the 11 yrold says: 'amma, the princi is our english teacher'
me(pleasantly surprised) : 'Really? that's good news, she's an excellent english teacher"
11 yrold(contemplative): 'you know, she reminds me of you'
me(considerably elated and resembling a balloon, so puffed up with pride was I) trying to be nonchalant: "Why?"
11yrold : 'I can't read her handwriting on the board'
Tooooosh, that was the fastest a balloon ever deflated into oblivion!
And as you can see, the 11 yrold is good in delivering a yorker! (or whatever you call it)