Tell Me About It

Dad told me about someone I know not feeling well and being taken to hospital. He did not elaborate even after I asked him about it many times. But the way I asked is what shocked him 'Daddy, why is he not well? Why is he going to the Hospital in the Ambulance? Tell me about it, I want to know!'

The "Tell-me-about-it(s)" are increasing in frequency..... hey, I'm growing right? :-)

Not right now I'm not doing masti

"Right now" is what matters for me. Doesn't matter I broke the most precious artical an hour back, or was shouting at the top of my lungs in the hallway last night, or not listening to Mom when she picked-me up from school.... .... when mom or dad finally talk to me about it, i conveniently circumvent the issue by saying "but i'm not doing it right now"

Daddy: "Ria, why did you not listen to Mom today in school? you were such a bad girl!"
Me: "But but but Daddy, I'm not a bad girl right now!"

Don't worry daddy - I'll be ok

I turned three in April, and that means I'm officially a BIG GIRL now.
This is finally dawning on my parents, especially my dad, on hearing things like:

While running around when I'm about to fall down, Dad will shout and ask "Ria are you ok?" and I immediately reply "Don't worry Daddy, I'll be ok. I'll take care Daddy"... combined with a look that says, don't bother.

Hmm... I guess slowly Mom n Dad will have to let this li'l caterpiller turn into a butterfly and start flying on its own. Soon.