So my wife was busy in the weekend and she entrusted me the task of looking after my son. Generally I am a good father and do engage a lot with the boy, but this was a different. A few weeks back, I made a tactical mistake of blaming wifey for not keeping the boy occupied enough. So, ye izzat ka sawal tha (it was a matter of honor).
I decided to take the Friday evening easy and allow him to watch cartoons, while I sip on my single malts. Sounds perfect, right? Except that the boy did not like the idea of me being in peace and kept on pestering me with the ‘change cartoon’ requests. So, we set on the quest to find a likeable cartoon for him. Soon I was also hooked up and then we were arguing on what to watch – ‘Tom and Jerry’ being my choice and some crappy ‘Bubble Guppies’ was his. Among the commotion, some food and coke was also spilled in the living room. Boy went cranky after that and refused to take dinner! My wife returned late that night to witness the pandemonium which included a semi drunk husband (her version), quarter fed son and a living room in dis-array.
Rest of the weekend my more peaceful. I took the boy to a James Bond movie which he DID enjoy. Somehow wifey doesn’t believe this. Food was mostly limited to pizza and coke, a common choice. Saturday evening, I took him to his friend’s birthday at Chuck E. Cheese’s and he loved it. He loves moving on bus and train and so I took him to Boston’s Harvard Sq on Sunday and we had taken the public commute of course. We had ice-cream @ JP Licks, Harvard Sq and it was one of those memorable moments.
Wifey says that such occasions are good for the bonding of father and son and also gives some breathing space to mother. Well, looks like I passed with flying colors 🙂
PS: Wifey accused me of not taking care of the kitchen properly as some items in the fridge were found to be providing accommodation for flora and fauna. However, i find them ‘out of scope’ for the initial task assigned to me.