She was about to ring the doorbell. She heard commotion inside.
It was a public holiday. Mrs Chitterchatter had gone to market to pick up fruits and vegetables. She dished out the scrumptious breakfast for Giant Little Kid, Innocent Baby and Mr Balanced, before venturing out in morning. The periodic assessment schedules were declared in the school. She made sure that kids were at their respective study table. Instructing Mr Balanced to be a good ‘stay at home dad’ for few hours, she had stepped out.
Returning back, here she was, waiting at the door, contemplating the scene inside.
When she rang the bell the third time, she was lucky.
She was welcomed with a grudge. “No one answers the door. Is it my duty always, because I am the youngest, huh?”, solicited Innocent Baby.
“I was studying”, claimed Giant Little Kid.
“I was busy fixing balcony door”, insisted Mr Balanced.
“There’s nothing wrong with that door!”, exclaimed Mrs Chitterchatter with surprise.
“I know. But then I had nothing to do in particular. So, I was busy with it”, advocated Mr Balanced with poker face.
“Daddy is a foe, not a friend. Only during play time he is a friend”, rumbled Innocent Baby.
“Will anyone allow me to step inside?”, questioned Mrs Chitterchatter.
Stepping forward, Giant Little Kid took the bags from her with utmost courtesy.
‘Something is fishy’, warned Mrs Chitterchatter to herself.
Giant Little Kid said, “I have a complaint too”.
‘My instincts never fail me’, reflected Mrs Chitterchatter to self.
“We both have complaint”, added Innocent Baby.
Mrs Chitterchatter settled on the sofa. “Have you been fighting again?
“Daddy is the culprit this time”, announced of Innocent Baby.
“Yes Mom. He had been troubling me too”, appended Giant Little Kid.
Mr Balanced raised his shoulder and wore a big question mark. However, he so failed miserably to put up an unblemished face!
“He made me fall down. And I got hurt Mommy”, said she coming near to hug her.
“And he spoiled my practical journal entry. He pushed my elbow while I was writing”, stated Giant Little Kid with rancour.
“That’s something”, said Mrs Chitterchatter turning to Mr Balanced.
“I plead guilty on both the counts. But..”, disclosed Mr Balanced .
“Told you”, came the unanimous reply from other side.
“I am not done, yet”, asserted Mr Balanced. “Innocent Baby was running around the house. She was busy cart wheeling. Or doing hand stand. I insisted her to go back to studies. She did not pay heed. So once when she was running around, I put my leg in her way to surprise her. After her great fall, I checked on her if I need to dial for the ambulance”, he continued with a wink.
“And when I went to fetch a pen from Giant Little Kid, he had already drifted to the dream land, resting his head on the study table. I gave a gentle nudge on his elbow. Coincidentally the same hand was holding the pen, My Lord”
Both Mr Balanced and Mrs Chitterchatter were so occupied in the court room trial that none of them took the cognizance of the surrounding. As Mr Balanced fished deposing before the de facto judge aka Mrs Chitterchatter, both turned around to check on the complainants. They had vanished from the scene.
The complaints had resumed the role of student and were spotted at their respective study table, neck deep in their studies (Please have trust here!!!). The accused was absolved and the case was dismissed…