Story - when I was born

With sleepy eyes, the young one looks up for some sleep talks. "Tell me the story of time when I was born" "Umm....okayy !! So it was a wonderful day..we were excited !!"" I start off spinning a yarn. "Did you know...I will be born?" "Umm...No. I thought it would be a girl" Now I am in a teasing mood. "I loved little girls. They are so pretty and play so many games" "eh, and boys?" he is catching the mood and the game. "well, boys are also good except that they are too much into fights and poor Dads have to suffer with their punches" I pout. "see..here you are" and I get a nice punch on my back with a hearty laugh "and Baba...." the little one is flashing his naughty smile now "listen...if all parents will like to have girls and no boys, then who will those girls marry with?" I AM SPEECHLESS... and thinking ... whew, really - just 5 years old?

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