It was a bright sunny day and week end too. Mr Balanced had returned from his whirl wind tour of the globe the previous night. To beat the jet lag, he decided to go gardening.
“Where have the gardening tools gone?”, he demanded answer from no one in general and Mrs Chitterchatter in particular. She was busy reading the newspaper. Knowing what might lie ahead if she answers, she held the newspaper little higher.
“I will have to find it all by myself”, he whined. Much to her respite, she heard clinking and clanking sound of the tools from the tool bag soon.
“Farmer in the dell, Heigh ho…” he returned humming.
As he was about to cross where Mrs Chitterchatter was sitting, he cleared his throat and continued his singing. “The farmer takes his wife, Heigh…”. To clear the air, Mrs Chitterchatter announced, “My husband’s profession isn’t farming”. He marched ahead with a long sigh!
The Giant Kid was summoned once to help father under the pretext of imparting a lesson or two in taking care of potted plants. Citing the imminent exam from next week as an excuse, he relieved himself of the weighty sermons! The Innocent Baby was then requested to fetch buckets and mug from bathroom. She obeyed.
“What will I do with these empty buckets?”
“I don’t know. You asked me to fetch buckets and here they are”, came the honest answer.
“Sweetie, Daddy needs to water the plants”, he tried to explain.
“Go ahead Daddy. We have enough water. The taps haven’t run dry”, assured the guileless voice.
“Darling, my hands are dirty. Will you fetch me water”, he requested, keeping his annoyance in control.
“Sure”, came the reply and she bent down to pick up the bucket.
“There is a list in the bucket”, she reported.
“A bucket list you mean? How do you know about it?”, he inquired growing curious.
“I saw it”, she replied appearing little confused..
“You are too young to watch such kind”, he stated. “What do you know about it then?”, he continued.
“Come here, I will explain what’s a Bucket list”, he told to her.
Bending down, she picked up the list from the bucket and said, “It’s a grocery list by mommy”.
Mr Balanced’s face turned sour. In between, the Innocent Baby heard one of her friend calling and off she went.
With Innocent Baby gone and holding the grocery list in hand, he said in daffy tone, “Bucket List!”
Struggling to hold back her giggle, Mrs Chitterchatter got up. She took the grocery list from him. She was visibly happy to get it back after losing it a day before! And how did it land in the bucket…that story some other day, some other post!