It smells like khatai

As a foodie, I'm always on the lookout for foodstuff my parents hide from me. These days I've discovered a new way to find out if there's something of interest to me. Poke my nose. Literally.
My sense of smell is smelling trouble my mom n dad. Now, when Dad is secretely savoring his special khatai, I'll come around and suddenly give a huge smile and shout "It smells like khatai...". And when Dad gives a surprised look and vigorously denies, I go close to his face and say, "It smells like khatai Dad... open your mouth please... let me check".
Yes, khatai, srikhand, chocolates and plenty more. When I 'smell' blood, I pounce on the opportunity :-)

All In ONE Day!

Today was one of the most exciting days ever! I got to be everything I've always wanted to be - at the NJ Children's Museum. Under heavy rain Mom and Dad took me to my wonderland, where I drove a fire-truck, flew a helicoptor and a plane, became a sailer, went fishing, checked my mom as a doctor, became a news-reader on TV, served my Dad breakfast as a diner chef, bought groceries and danced like a ballerina!