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A kid who loves smiling

Boys, it seems, have a natural inclination towards cars and bikes. The small boy in our home who cannot utter words clearly remains awestruck everytime we go for a long drive. He remains so occupied with cars that he does not wish to return home. We take the longest roads and travel few extra kilometers just to appease him and his love for cars. The dry diaper keeps him dry and happy which is amplified by the beauty of cars and bikes. As he is growing up, his mischievousness is growing too and it takes extra energy for him to remain active all the day.  Not only the nutritious food but also a dry good night’s sleep is necessary for him. How can he learn without making mistakes? We give him space to commit mistakes and learn from them. This liberty makes him smile everytime he breaks his favorite toy.

The smile of serenity in the morning when he gets up can brighten up anyone’s day! It authenticates the fact that the dry diaper has provided a sound sleep to him and he is ready for the day’s battle, once again. Playing for hours during day is his hobby and everytime someone catches his attention, he smiles innocently at him. He is learning the art of loving. He loves meeting people and being in their embrace for hours. The new people enlighten his face with a bright smile as he chuckles giving way to his cute dimples. He can enjoy the warm embrace of the loved ones without getting disturbed by nature’s call.







Kids these days are couch potatoes. When I was of his age, I could not even watch clock but he is one hell smart kid. He knows exactly when his favorite cartoons are to be aired. He takes a diaper and reaches for anyone he can just before his cartoon serial is about to start. He wants no distraction and watches his serials peacefully with remote in his hand, giggling and chuckling. His dimples dig deeper when he smiles while watching television. His laughter echoes inside the walls of our home and binds the whole home in a tone of happiness.

If not appeased by his mischievousness and cartoons, he loves listening to the latest Bollywood tracks and also tries humming them. He has an out of the world smiling expression when he starts grooving to the party tracks. One thing that upsets him is water, may be that is why he loves the dry diaper. However, as soon as he is out of his bath tub, he is back with his smile. May be he loves smiling as I rarely see him crying. He is an observant and every single thing he observes makes him happy, even the small ant travelling to its haven curves his lips and makes him smile. A baby’s smile is enough to fill the ambience with positivity.


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