It's incredible, but true. It happened last Saturday morning. Peanut was sitting on the sofa with his feet sticking out, watching some cartoon on TV. I was packing the bag, getting ready for our weekly marketing.
Then I observed Sweet Potato walked towards the sofa - can't explain this to you, but mothers (and fathers too) had this knack, somehow, of knowing that something was going to happen even when everything looks perfectly normal. It was totally innocuous the way he behaved, nothing stealthy about it. He just walked up and positioned his behind strategically inches in front of Peanut's feet, held his brother's foot and brought it to touch his rear. He let go of the foot, turned around and walked towards me with a sulking face and tears welling up, "Mama, gor-gor beat me."
Tell me, should I be worried?
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