04.02.09
For the very first time, i regretted asking Adri where her Daddy was.
Mart was on reservist and would not be home til 12 midnight. Maid aside, I was home alone with Adri. It was rather habitual of me to ask her "Where's Daddy?" every day. I don't know why.
1) Perhaps i needed a short break from Adri who can get rather clingy at times?
2) Perhaps, I just wanted to test if she understood the word "Daddy".
DO NOT ASSUME that because they have been mouthing certain word(s), they have comprehended the word entirely.
When used in the wrong context, the supposed sweetest word in the word ie "Mummy" may not be that soothing to your ears.
Just a few days back, Adri surprised me by running to the maid after she had uttered "Mummy"! I was within her range of sight! Upset i was of course, but i chose to believe that she hadn't totally understood "Mummy". Perhaps she equated "Mummy" as a caregiver, regardless of primary or seondary? Well, perhaps that's why Mart and I have been "testing" Adri on a regular basis. (typical of a teacher, isn't it?)
Adri had never once disappointed me in the "Daddy Test".
Each time i asked her where her Daddy was, she would pause whatever she was doing (most of the time, whining of some sort), scan the house for Daddy, repeat the word "Daddy" and thereafter look for her daddy.
I was tired, for Adri was a little whiny this evening. Nothing i did pacified her so somehow, i decided to try my magical question.
"Where's Daddy, Adri?" I spouted amidst her whines and cries.
"Mmm? Daddy?" Adri quietened and asked me with a quizzical look.
"Yes, Adri, where is Daddy?" I prompted.
For the rest of the evening, Adri went "Daddy? Daddy!" every few minutes as she searched for her daddy.
Make a guess. How do you think she reacted when she couldn't find her PaPa?
Daddy Mart, for once, the magic (you) didn't work.
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