snow, snow, snow

Daivik and me were trudging our way to the kindergarten on a cold, damp, gray January morning. All around us was enveloped in a white desolateness. To cheer up things, Daivik asked if he can sing a song. Please, I said. He then sang, in English :

Snow, snow, snow
Go where you came from
I don't like
Because it's so cold

I pointed out the fun he usually has with the snow in his kindergarten, he immediately changed the lyrics.

Snow, snow, snow
Come in the kita
Snow, snow, snow
Don't come in the road

I asked him, how can it snow only on the kita and not in the main road, usually it cannot be so localized. He changed the song again.

BIG BIG snow 

come in the kita
small small snow 

come in the main road
(emphasis his).

I couldn't say anything more.

your money

I found a one euro coin on the grass and pocketed it. Somehow I did not spend it but left it on my desk at work and forgot about it. One day I was toying with it as a kind of mini distraction and ended up resting it  on its sides. In a few minutes I noticed that it had fallen down and was flat again. I had not realized how or when it had fallen down. Over the next several weeks it became a sort of test, I will put the coin on its side and try to be attentive about when it falls down. Finally, I managed to let the coin rest on its sides without toppling it. I left it like that on my table.

Daivik came one day to meet me at work and saw the strange positioning of the coin and promptly toppled it before asking if he can take it. I said no. With a conviction that baffles logic he said, "but your money is my money"(!) and took the coin. I tried a feeble protest but it was too late. He started playing around with it, alternating it between his fingers, coat and pant pockets. On our way back home, he lost it somewhere.

Well, as they say, what goes round comes around.