“Come on, lets go”, said Mrs Chitterchatter venturing out of the bedroom. “All left without me?”, she murmured as there was no response. By then, she had reached the living room.
She was aghast to check the scene. Mr Balanced was neck deep into the mobile. Giant Little Kid and Innocent Baby were busy checking out the photos from the gallery of mom’s mobile. They were so engrossed that no one took notice of her and her growing irritation.
She cleared the throat.
“Yes”, said the man without raising his head.
“Are we not going?”
Meanwhile, Giant Little Kid and Innocent Baby got busy in clicking the selfie.
“Where?”, came the most absent-minded reply from Mr Balanced. It added fuel to the fire.
“No…. Yes”, he said hurriedly correcting his mistake.
Before the angry barrage from Mrs Chitterchatter could take place, the kids broke into fight.
“Now my turn”, demanded the girl.
“When the mobile was with you, why did you not click it?”, countered the boy.
“It did not occur to me that time. Now it did. So…”
“So, I should give you now? You have to wait”, asserted the boy.
Snatching the phone from the little hands, making odd faces and fabricating fake smiles, he continued his selfie spree.
“He clicks only his selfie. Check the gallery in your mobile Mom. He says selfies are better from the ‘first floor’…that means only he should take the selfie as he is the tallest? So what if he is taller? Some times he asks me to pose and then clicks his selfie, fooling me. Cheater”, grudged the girl, getting closer to mother.
Mr Balanced had a sigh of relief as Mrs Chitterchatter turned her attention to kids by now.
“What’s selfie from ‘first floor’?”, Mrs Chitterchatter asked as she was little puzzled; for they were staying on the 10th floor.
“Mom that means, I extend my hand up and then click a selfie. What do you think happens when a 6′ tall person stretches his hand? It quite near the ceiling…and thats selfie from first floor. Got it?”, explained the boy.
“And that means when I need it, the mobile hangs up saying no enough memory”, reflected Mrs Chitterchatter. This thought paved way for her twisted mood to resurface.
“My boy, why don’t you enroll for modelling?”, checked the mother with the chap.
“Good idea. But do they take a teenager with specs and pimpled cheeks as model?”, asked the boy instantly. He continued clicking selfies by twisting his neck at varied angles without any interruption.
Situation turned hotter. There was a silence that usually is followed by the storm.
Giant Little Kid, rolled his eyes to the corner to gauge the situation. He instantly kept the phone down and said, “You took long to get ready, Mom. We all were waiting for you to come. Now that you are here, lets go”.
“Yes, we were ready long before”, added Mr Balanced.
“Late…who…me? But I couldnt decide what to wear!Was running out of ideas”, confessed Mrs Chitterchatter
“But we were talking about selfie, Mom. He is distracting you”, opined Innocent Baby.
“We had only one job of getting ourselves ready. Unlike us, you had errands to run before we could venture out for the movie”, articulated Mr Balanced to diffuse the situation.
That cooled her down instantly. With much love in her eyes, she glanced at her better half. Extending her hand, she helped him get up from sofa chair.
“Hey Dad, take a selfie with mom, right there. Thats the best spot in our house. Hang on for a while. Let me fetch the selfie stick for you. Selfies are best taken from the first floor!”, suggested the boy. Off he went to fetch the selfie stick.
Mrs Chitterchatter and Mr Balanced were stupefied by the indomitable selfie spirit that sprinted the young chap!
By the way, have you tried taking selfie from the “first” floor?
Pictures courtesy Pixabay
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