And Here Comes Muththa

Well, it was time to welcome ‘Muththa’ (Grandpa – Hubby’s dad) last Friday. He arrived around 7.00 p.m. and Hubby went to pick him up from the airport after work. In the morning, before going off to school, Hooty had asked Hubby if he was going to pick Muththa up, and Hubby had said, “Yes,” to which Hooty had said, “Don’t forget to take Hooty , Thaaththi!”

Hubby phoned me beforehand to let me know that they were on their way. Hooty got so exited, that I had to take her up to the lift to welcome Muththa. The moment the lift doors opened she ran to Muththa and gave him a big hug. Muththa was so (pleasantly) surprised that he dropped the duty free liquor bottle he was carrying! ;o)

From baby-hood, Muththa has been a firm favourite of Hooty’s and nothing seems to have changed even after a year of last seeing him. Hooty resumed their relationship from where they left off with such ease.

It’s been a busy weekend for all of us, going sightseeing with Aththamma and Muththa, with Hooty enjoying every second of it (well, almost, apart from all those every other second where she fuzzes, frets and becomes a pain in the you-know-what!)

That reminds me of a new ‘Aththamma Story’: Hooty dislikes sharing her food, specially sweets or snacks with Aththamma. You have to coax her to give up some of her goodies. Last Thursday, she was eating some sweets and Aththamma asked for some. Hooty was not too happy about it of course! So, she thought for a bit and came up with a very good excuse. She very solemnly declared, “Aththamma, you have a tummy-ache. You can’t eat sweets!”
How’s that for a little cunning rascal!