Old Is Gold, But New Are Diamonds..!

Do you remember those days (wow! I am finally accomplished at sounding like an eighty-year-old, amn’t I!) when I used to complain that I was the youngest at my work-place and had nobody to talk to?

Well, flip it around now! ‘Coz, officially, I am one of the OLDEST people in my team at my new (actually, now it’s my ‘old’) workplace..! And one of the oldest people on the entire floor! And if I go to check it out, I’m sure I’ll qualify in the top 5% of the oldest people in my in my building!

 But it’s fun! I get to be a kid with all those kiddies around me now. And when I wish to, I can pull in the age factor and announce that all present HAVE to listen to the person oldest amongst them all! Not that any of them bothers to actually obey the commands of the wisest (?) of them all… And Babe and Dude, the two youngsters who follow me around (just kidding! They’re older than the oldest tree I read about the other day..!!!) are the LAST people to obey the Great Commandments..!

So the other day I’m lazing around at home with Babe, when the door starts to bang, demanding to be opened. And in troop two tiny tots. My landlord, who also happens to be my downstairs neighbor, and my utility man, and my in-case-of-emergency man, and the one-man-army to protect the tenants in the whole building has a whole horde of adorable kids, all under the age of 6.

And the four-year old and six-year old cherubs seem to love hanging around my place (**preening myself**) and nope, it has nothing to do with the secret stash of chocolates under my sofa cushions!

And then began an afternoon on delightful nursery rhymes and baby dancing..! The Dude in his absence was called ‘Monster Uncle’ by the four-year old baby, which had Babe collapsing on the floor as she laughed herself silly. The bubble pistol on my coffee table (yes, I STILL have these kind of thingies) was loaded, fired, and re-loaded. The chocolate biscuits from the cookie jar were licked free of cream and consumed with much fanfare.

Isn’t it amazing how a child’s perspective can make you feel wet behind the ears? How simply they look at things. No skirting around topics and no hiding what’s in their mind. Outspoken and to the face!

The next time I go to the mall to ‘spruce up my apartment a bit’, I’ll remember the littlest cherub commenting on the sheer number of cushions which seem to raid my place. Make you think, don’t they..!