So, this morning, we did a 1km warm up, then a 5km easy pace run, followed by 1km cool down with some heavy stretching before and after the workout, throughout jab-jab-jabbering and asking questions, which continued after training, shower, and during the motorcycle ride to the club as well as into and after a robust breakfast of cornflakes loaded with chocolate shake (Mr Baba takes coffee instead in his cornflakes; isn’t that gross?), fruit (we had musk melon, watermelon, and papaya), two eggs sunny sides up, a rather well-buttered toast, a soft sada dosa, and half a glass of orange juice (as well as a small bite from Mr Baba’s puri-bhaji).
Some of the questions we wanted to know answers to were:
- How do scientists predict weather, and why do they get it wrong so often?
- What does ‘Service before self’ mean? If you want to save others in a flood or in war, shouldn’t you be alive and well first to do that?
- Why do cornflakes get soggy when immersed in milk?
- How does ketchup stain my white dress?
- Why do I feel I love you more and sometimes, Mamma more?
Mr Baba (that’s what we call him now, and he calls us Me Kym-Kym in return) answered some of them patiently and told us he doesn’t know the answer to some. But he promised to find out and tell us later.
Oh, what a morning! We wish Mamma Squirrel (Yep, she’s still a Squirrel 🐿️) were here.
And now, off we go to another fun-filled day of Mandarin, Mathematics, English, Social Studies, reading, chess, piano, and maybe some swimming in the evening (if we can use some emotional blackmail on Mr Baba, given that just yesterday, he took us swimming).
Mr Baba says that childhood is the best time of one’s life, especially for those privileged and lucky enough to win the genetic lottery. We can’t understand what that means. Seems he is having as much fun. And he’s an old old old man. So, how does that work? Would we still be having as much fun when we are of the age where we have to cut off our balding head from the frame just so others can’t see it? Or would things be different 42 years from now? Who knows? When it’s so difficult to predict even today’s weather, how can we say how the world (and our lives) will be so far into the future?
