From the mouth of a child!

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I have been rather busy these last two weeks. Besides trying to work on a new painting, I have quite a number of friends and relatives come down for their vacations. So with visits and entertaining them, it’s been hectic. Well, a few days back, I went to spend the evening with a friend of mine who had come down after almost 10 years. We jabbered about this and that, old and new…talking about how time has flown by so quickly - not realizing how fast time was flying by at the present moment as well…. It had gone well past our stipulated plan! She said she would drop me home, as she had to visit an elderly relative of hers and it was on the way to my place. So she called out to her small son (presumably 4-6 year old) and hurried him into the car. We continued our chatter as we were driving along with her complaining about this relative she had to visit and how finicky and crabby she was becoming as she grew older. She referred to her aunt as “mad” a couple of times, in a manner of speaking with no relevance directed to her mental state of mind. We reached their destination, and I accompanied my friend and her son to her aunt’s place – at her insistence, as she intended not to stay long with the pretext of dropping me home. We waited for the door to open and after the normal niceties, we were invited in. What came next was completely unexpected – her son had this almost petrified kind of look on his face and completely refused to enter. She bent down to ask him what the matter was and he replied in a frightened but loud voice, “I am not coming in there– you said that she is mad”. (It didn't end too badly, as the aunt couldn't figure out what the child said because of his American accent)