A lot of times people tell me this: no matter how old you get, you become a kid again around your parents. This is certainly true of me and especially so because I am an only child.
And all the interactions I remember from older days apply when I'm at my parents' house. This week I had a couple of minorly late nights with old school friends and stumbled in around 2am.
The next day at breakfast Dad peered from behind his newspaper and had this conversation with me.
Dad: So you came in very late last night
Dad: Its not good to be out gallivanting all night like that
Me: It wasn't all night Dad. I was in bed by 2:15am plus I'm way past adult
Dad: But it disturbed me you see
Me: That can't be Pappa - I heard you snoring all the time
Dad: You let a mosquito in when you came late
Me: I let a mosquito in?
Dad: Yes. And it bit me (points to huge bite on cheek)
Me: We come in and out of the house a zillion times all day. And I let one mosquito in at 2am that bit you?
Dad: That's right. Don't be late tonight.
Me: Yes, Pappa
I'll be watching IPL and pretending to watch soaps tonight.
Picture: Dad trying to convince Ma that they've both had the girl they so desperately wanted