Mommy and little big boy

The little kid is transitioning into a little big one. He is 4-1/2 already (we can't believe it) and has the unbridled energy of a typical someone who has yet not been put into the system - system of being a good boy, system of being a future citizen. He is yet that primitive child who has not yet tasted the modern day systems of schools and has not yet been a part of the long queues....

So here is what happens when dear Mommy and son are out strolling around near the city's one of the favorite grocery stores - Dorabjee. A young salesman is trying to cajole dear Mommy into filling up a form - for the country clubs and all who facilitate travels around the world for their esteemed members. Dear Mommy knows what its like falling into the trap and then keep getting unsolicited calls but being very polite, she is trying her best to say No with a smile. Does that ever work? 

Now here, our young little one of just 4 years chips in and asks "Now, if my mommy does not want to buy it, why do you not understand?" Silence mixed with surprise ensues. The young salesman smiles and starts to walk away while there are a few giggles heard from people around. Its then our young little big boy again calls him and asks "Uncle...what are you selling by the way?". Dear mommy is not sure whether she should interfere when the young salesman returns with a smile and explains to the little big boy "If you and your family want to travel somewhere and go to far-away places...." when he is interrupted by a terse comment "Ok Ok I understand. So we are not going anywhere....We do not need it !!" There are smiles everywhere while dear mommy looks lovingly at her young little boy who is certainly growing big. 


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