Arif called last week and said Zayan got a seat in nursery. I said, who is Zayan?
Then I remembered. Zayan is the baby. The tiny one I held in a hospital corridor in 2021.
He was so light I was scared to move my arms. Arif had to tell me to relax.
That baby is 4 now. He has opinions about cartoons and he owns a school bag.
I went over on Saturday to see him. He opened the door before his father could.
He looked at me for a full 5 seconds and said, are you the uncle who snores?
I stayed one night after the naming ceremony once, years back, and that's apparently my legacy.
Arif was laughing so hard he had to sit down on the shoe rack.
Zayan showed me his bag. It has a dinosaur on it and the zip is stuck.
He made me fix it. Then he checked my work and told me to do it again.
I don't know when 4 year olds got this strict. Nobody warned me about that part of getting older.
Arif's wife made me stay for lunch. The rice was good and the company was loud, mostly Zayan explaining his drawings to me.
The school wants all the kids to carry their own water bottle from June.
Arif has already bought 3 bottles, in case Zayan loses the first 2.
I held a baby once and now I'm somehow buying a pencil box as a gift.
He keeps asking when the uncle who snores is coming back. I told him next month, and he made me promise it twice.