Winkie counts down...

While I have the see-saw of emotions about going back, my dear little friend Winkie does not. He is very clear about where things stand for him. Yes, I think he had fun these 3 months. He also went through a lot these 3 months and has coped with a lot of emotional changes and all my mood swings and frustration levels. But he is ready to go back now. He says he misses Chicago and misses his Dad. And also his best friend Ab, with whom he hopes to rekindle lost ties.

The other day, we were sitting at the doctor’s office waiting endlessly to be called in, when he suddenly looked up from the song he was listening to on the walkman and asked…Amma, do you remember Chipotle mummam?

Now Chipotle is his favourite place to eat at and the burritos there are something he will down without a sound or fuss. So when he asked me that question with that special twinkle in his eye, I was more than a little fascinated. For, its not often that I get a window into his little mind.

In the same vein, he has been remembering other little little things about his home there that makes me realise that he has missed it and is happy enough about going back. Every morning he wakes up and counts down to the number of days left. And when he sees that number decreasing, he gives me a high five. At which point, I also remind him that he will miss all the grandparents and family here once we go there. He sobers at the thought and ponders some more. Seems mean of me to burst that bubble, but I have to give him a balanced viewpoint, to the extent I can manage the balance, of course.

His favourite question to be asked is…how will you greet your Appa when you see him at the airport? To which he replies that he will get a horn and blow on it loudly to get his attention. Errrm. Okaaayy.

And that officially makes this a very disjointed post…but did anyone notice?