One of my favourite pastime is to grill Samy about his future plans. In case you are wondering it has something to do with his choice of career, I must say you will be highly disappointed. The talks I indulge in always has something to do with his marriage and the aftermaths.
One such conversation that happened over the dinner table.
Me (sporting my usual evil mom mask): Tell me how many kids do you want?
Samy (with a monk like blissful expression on his face): 8! 4 girls and 4 boys.
Me (very amused and thinking the fate of my future DIL): Why????
Samy: I don’t want my kids to grow up all alone. I want each of them to have their own best friend. I like the number 4 and I will have to get each of my kid a best friend…hence the total number of 8 kids to make a perfect family.
Me (a little dizzy with the logic): But that will not leave you or your wife, with much time to do things you love. You guys will have to cook, clean and feed the kids. And not to forget, how hard you will have to work to make all that money to take care of such a Humongous family.
Samy (I swear he was looking exactly like Calvin when he said this): Oh don’t worry about us. I will be taking her for long drives while you can stay at my home; cooking and taking care of my kids. I am sure they will love your food just the way I do.
Me (heartbroken and depressed but hoping that the husband is destined for a similar fate too): So Papa will be still working in an office to earn all the money for your family?
Samy (his face was now looking like those heart shaped balloons you get on Valentines Day): Na!! he can rest all day in a hammock reading books or playing video games. And you can feed him whatever he wishes for.
Is there any blogger friend of mine, with a heart out there? Who is willing to take me under their roof in a decade or so? Because I am already oh so busy planning to runaway