A day in life with Noni.. :)

Mr Noni is cute, little baby. He is 2 years old and he doesnt know anything about life( not that he cares, either :)). He wakes up and cries if he does not find familiar faces around. He looks for his milk bottle, lies down and drink it to get charged for the day. Once he is through with his bottle, he smiles ear to ear, which means, now you see how i make you run in whole house till 10 PM. And, yo. He is out of bed to meet his grand mother( he bribes the high commission, so that cops( mum and dad) cant scold him.). He goes to every member in family to be loved and cuddled before he starts his day.
Now, Mr. Noni is in his car. Its a red colored car with a remote control. Everyone in home is hiding as once you operate his car, you will have to do it for an hour atleast. He looks at bua and hands over the remote with a smile showing the car and showing the buttons on remote ( he knows bua comes rarely and will not say no, he is smart baby.). Now, Mr.Noni will yell, shout out of joy, will carry his Pooh bear along with in his car. Suddenly he looks at you and says no no.( means, enough, you fool, how long will you keep me in this car, my life dsnt end at it, like urs ends at office, i have multiple things to look into.)
He has jumped out of his car and he goes straight to the pool of toys, takes out a black racing car and runs to bua to put battery in it, so that it could run. He is good at getting his job done. After 5 mins of admiring the music of car, he throws it in one corner. Now, is the time for him to have breakfast. Mr. Noni has a high chair, so that he can have the view of dining table while he eats. You can eat the porridge and fruits, Mr. Noni doesnt like such healthy things. He takes in food to keep you happy and takes it out to tell you that it can not go in unless he likes it. He is through with his bfast and the chair looks suffocating to him.He is shouting to be realeased.
Mr noni goes for a bath and comes out well dressed.( This look is a rare treat, he will be extremely dirty in half an hour. He is too hard working to keep the crease of colthes intact.). He goes around the house to win the adimiration and love of all on how neat he can look at some point on time in day.
I pick up the newspaper to read and Mr.Noni comes running to say, YOU CANT or else i tear in into million pieces. He gets his toy basket and asks me to make somespace for him, so that he can sit. Now, you have to take out each and every toy and show him how to play. He will smile, he will shout with joy and if he very happy, he will kiss you for being so intelligent (Read, you know how to play with toys :)).
Everyone tries to tell Noni that he is tired, he has been running around for hours and some sleep is normal. But Mr. Noni is not someone who will retire before the sun does. Whole house is on its toes. Mr. Noni wants to dance. You have to catch his little fingers and do a ball dance to make him happy. Now my cute Mocambo is on and on and on with his toys, his cubes, puzzles, intermittently giving smiles and ensuring that someone is around him.
He wants to be taken out, he will pull people towards his pram ( another entity everyone dreads, once he is in it, you might have to walk for kms, showing all kind of cows and dogs until he orders you take his carriage back home.). He manages it well with his bua again, he knows she is on vacation, so she has all the time in this world to admire dogs and cows with him. He points towards a small soft ball which he prefers to play in park. So, now comes Noni in his pram. Dogs seem to follow, cows seem to turn, cars look bigger than the ones he has and he turns to ensure that its me behind him, just incase dog tries to get pally you see. :)
Noni's pram is parked in lawn, he is on his little feet to play. All kids love him since is cute and chotu. He throws some tantrums by hiding into his bua and she tries to make him comfortable with other little friends. Noni wants to go back home. His pooh is alone.
He is back, running, shouting, jumping and suddenly he comes to someone, places himself confortably in lap, lifts hand and puts it on his head and says, "Soja, soja." ( which means, i am tired, please help me sleep :))
As his cute face lay peaceful dreaming of toys, i wonder how his mind works and what his world is like. There are no complications and no apprehensions. He does not know how to speak, yet he can explain himself. He is tiniest form of human survival. He is learning to explore emotions, activities. And for him we are heroes, we can talk, we can walk, we can take him out, he thinks he will also do all this one day. And something tells me that all kids dream, but not all are fortunate to have heroes around them.