Some anecdotes
always make you smile, if not chuckle. I remembered one such incident
from my brother's past this morning.
Our amma had taken
him for his kindergarten interview. Needless to add, she was nervous
throughout. Although she had done her level best to teach him the
basics, she was worried he'll goof up. By the way, the school we two
went to eventually had the Father of the church as the principal. So
imagine my ma's horror when she was sitting next to the boy right
across the Father's table. My bro wasn't dumb. Just that he was one
of those bright kids with learning disabilities. He would keep
forgetting stuff but was good with numbers. Anyway, the interview
began and the principal started asking him “What's your name?”
and “How old are you?” and similar My Self question. I don't know
how he fared with them but my ma loved regaling us what he did when
the superior took the ABC book out. He was pointing out random
pictures in it, asking my brother what they were. “Cat”, “Dog”
and stuff like that. It went well until he pointed out to the Q
letter. There was a picture of a queen against it. Q for Queen.
Befuddled, my cute lil' pie looked at the Father once and then
pointed his finger at my ma.
Father couldn't help
chuckle.
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