Hole, hole….hole… hole…hole…

Kids will always be kids, do you think that they feel inferior to any adult… they are simply miss and mister know alls… And Tia is no exception…She will not bother to ask, just blurts out whatever is there in her heart…


I had taken Tia for shopping and as usual, came out her ‘pick-up-all-form’ and when she was hands full (literally) out came the punch, “Mamma pick that phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta (Assamese version for hole) for me” Any guesses what this phuta is. A Basket to keep the overflowing stuff!