This week, I spent a great deal of time with my younger cousins. Spending time with my younger cousins (average age of ~5 yrs) meant they were part of my calls—mostly by choice, constantly nag me (or any adult in sight) for ice-cream and mostly professing pretty unconventional ideals. They do this with a rage of untamed enthusiasm; my ‘stop’ was their ‘fetch’.

I expected to be exhausted from this stint (and any fiddle reminder of it) but I think I ended up loving this experience. As I write this piece the poor souls are sound asleep, exhausted from the days’ irrational spoils.

However, I could really help with some of that energy. Charged stubborn energy to decline a few more calendar invites I obliged to or drown in innocent bliss. You see, with young energy balls they’ll incoherently articulate their wild ambitions and the next abide by their blubbered vision with everything that comes to mind, doing horribly at it but flourishing nonetheless.

Also, my attempts at meek parenting failed.

Scenario A

Image: My minion flying away. I've been downplaying his aeroplane ambitions

update: A few hours after posting this, one of us (yes, we are le gang now) hurt his head on a flight of stairs. A few tears and the mood became solemn. The loudest thing being a damn elastoplast. We cant judge. Innocent till the gods decide.