How to say it? Yesterday, morning, papa slapped me on my back. In fact, it was a couple of slaps. The first was hard and the second one relatively mild. And, you can’t imagine how I cried! Ok, you can, but still…
You must be wondering what provoked papa to do so, considering that he is very kind to me and love me so dearly. To say that he pampers me may not be off the mark. What happened was that last evening I went to sleep around 7.30. And as it happened I woke up at around 11.00 pm, when papa and mummy were just preparing to go to bed. But alas, I won’t let them do so. I wanted them to play with me. For quite some time, they tried to be game. In fact, it was around 3.00 am when papa cajoled mummy to continue playing with me, and let him go to sleep as he had to go to office next day.
Finally, I went to sleep at around 4.00 am and only after that mummy could finally get some sleep. Just imagine! But all that seemed to be fine. I mean, until then! I woke up at around 8.00 in the morning. And I was not in my best mood. Somehow, I didn’t feel like very well. After a while, papa thought that I might like to relieve myself. So, he took me to the toilet. But I wouldn’t let him do the needful. I cried incessantly. That was perhaps the last straw for the camel. As if that was not enough, mummy made the matter worse by scolding papa for making me cry. So, the inevitable happened!
Here, I should put the things in perspective. Until very recently, to be precise before we had visited papa’s hometown (well, that reminds me, I should write a separate post about the visit, which I will), papa used to take me to the bathroom to help me relieve myself and I happily co-operated. But lately, I have been relieving myself in my pants. And I prefer that way. I understand it’s not civilized… So what if I have not even celebrated my second birthday; that doesn’t make a wrong right, does it? Now, papa doesn’t like that. I mean my not-so-civilized behavior! He might be thinking that if he persisted and ignored my tantrums for a while, I might start behaving once again like a good kid…
After the slaps I started crying like hell and mummy became really furious with papa. They had an argument about me. After a while, all of us became silent, yes that include me! I felt bad, and thought that perhaps less than sufficient sleep last night had taken its toll! Else, papa would not have slapped me, and mummy wouldn’t have argued with him like she did. I also realized that even in the bathroom, papa was only trying to help me. Thinking all this, I felt regretful but being my age, couldn’t say sorry. But, dear diary, you know I am really sorry. Now, won’t you help me by carrying this message to them? Of course, I know, you will, and better you do, else our very friendship might be at stake!
