It's been two months since your second birthday but you still don't speak. You manage to run the world with help of a few code words and sign language. And a lot of crying.
'Buuuu' is the colour of everything. 'Buyyyy' is the bike ride. An order when accompanied by tears ij those eyes. A request when all is well, of course. And all is well in the morning. Every. Morning.
You are so shy of strangers that you would hug me so hard, your nails dig into my shoulders. Yet when you are the free bird within familiar territory, and I couldn't get my hands on you, and despite my best efforts to get a kiss from you, I can hardly get a pout on your lips. Sometimes even the dreared 'Noooo papa', the ultimate denial. Out of question.
Because you are too busy to spare kisses for your old man. Your legs have a mind of their own. Running so hard on the polished floor as if they are collapsing under you. Seeming to drag away the remaining of all of the ten kgs that is your body. Or dancing so wild I could only stare with a gaping mouth, bleak realisation that the blood line shows.
Or too busy with your Chocy or the Yummieee dance on the phone. I sometimes wonder about the stuff that will keep you busy as you would grow. What can be so important that you will say Noooo to your Babaiii. But I will be honest, I don't believe you will ever grow up. You are my Ichuuu who is so happy with himself and his world that big things are too boring. The little things are your joy and being cute and naughty is your game. I really think that you will always be this. Growing up is not allowed. Not under my watch.
Anyways.. I can always get your attention with Buyyy rides. You on my lap as I drive the bike and start thinking of a good song to sing out loud. Loud enough to make the heads in shop windows and on the kids playing on footpaths turn around, sometimes with a half smile and other times with a glare showing dissapointment in seeing a grown man singing in a ghastly voice without any regard for any decency. And a sigh from your mom if she is sitting at the back.. Not again.. '
