The adults always exclaimed that my little sister was a naughtiest child humanity has ever encountered. I beg to differ. She was the most compliant sister that anyone could ask for. She would happily take part when I rolled all the blankets at home around her body to make a ball out of her. She allowed me to test my hair cutting skills on her. She joined in and helped when I burnt a beehive to extract wax to make candles out of it. What more could I have asked?
My sister has a son now. He is going to be four years old in a few weeks. For the last two years, he has been talking and talking and talking to all of us. But we barely understood him, until very recently when we started figuring out what he was saying.
When my wife pretended to be Santa Claus and wished him Merry Christmas over the phone, he didn't mince words to express his dislike for his Christmas present. 'Santa, you gave me a cap. But I don't like that cap. Can you give me a car instead?'
When 'Santa' returned again in a few months to ask him why he was giving so much trouble to his mom and admonished him that if he did not behave he would not get any presents this Christmas, out came the reply: 'I don't want any of your gifts. I asked you and have waited for a long time. My dad has bought me all the cars I wanted. So I don't need anything from you.'
The surprised Santa threatened to tell the Tooth Fairy to pull out Iyan's teeth.
'I am not afraid of the Tooth Fairy. I will stick my teeth with Fevicol.'
Exasperated and captivated at the same time, the Santa called Iyan 'My little Princess.'
'I am not a Princess. I am a Super Hero.'
Super Hero or Super Villain, Iyan definitely surpasses my sister in entertainment value.
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