There is no end to the laughter that my 4-year-old son brings to the whole family. One such instance is his sincere reply to a routine question:
Grandpa: What do you do in the School?
Grandson: First, we eat Snacks. Then we have Lunch. After that we sing “Jana gana mana”. Finally we have First trip and Second trip (of the van to return home).
Grandpa: $%&*^ 
In various situations, we usually ask our son to choose between two options, in an effort to make him do what we want. For example, “Choose one: Do you want to watch the movie I play or do you want to go into the other room?” (Basically, we want him to allow us to watch the movie we are interested in). Typically, his answer would be – “I want to watch cartoons”. (A third choice which he actually wants and can sometimes be entirely unrelated to the choices offered to him.) It’s as if, he didn’t even hear our question. He simply doesn’t care. For a three-year old, he appears too clever for our tricks and seems to see through our tricks. Ha!
The conversation between my husband and my son went along similar lines last evening. My husband was making mental plans for his son’s future and decided to get the kid’s opinion to determine the direction of his dreams. The dialogue went as below:
Father: what do you like more – Playing guitar or Camera Shooting?
Son: Gun Shooting!
Father: Which one do you like more – Painting or Games?
Son: Mario (his latest cartoon favorite)
Sometimes, he deliberately gives funny answers. He gives wrong or improper answers to the most obvious questions and as we try to correct him or just nod our heads either in despair or puzzlement, he chuckles to himself. Like the times when he counts – 1,2,5; he calls an apple an orange; he addresses me as “nanna” and his father as “amma” etc. He draws great pleasure from these moments. In fact, this can be considered as his favorite sport and major source of amusement.
Everyone has many aspirations at different times of life, different ideas about what one wants to become in life. The other day, my son, who is not yet three, took hold of my work badge, flashed it at me and declared that he is a police officer. When probed him about it, he said as a matter of fact that he wants to be a cop so that he can ride a car. 
I admit kids say such things all the time, but to hear something like that for the first time from my darling son amused me to no bounds. It just occurred to me that it would be a fun exercise to keep track of all his ambitions and fantasies right from the beginning. I’m sure it’ll be interesting to review the list sometime far in future.
So for the record, my son’s first aspiration is to be a police officer. Gee, I feel proud! 
