Swati - A Wasted Baby

This was winter of 2006 and we went to New Zealand and Australia on Christmas break.
Swati was 4 and 3/4th and Agastya did not exist.We were in Tongario National Park and was just about to head out to Taupo. Swati wanted to spend more time there and we told her no. And she got upset. And that is how this started.
Swati said sobbing and crying, "Why did you have me when you did not want me? You wasted me. When parents have children when they do not want them, they waste them. Now I am a wasted baby. Now I have to go in a jungle and live alone and be sad and unhappy. Tell me why you wasted me."
Not to mention both mommy and daddy were just laughing listening to her.

An Eeeny Weeny Breeze

Swati is seven.
It was a hot day. Swati said, "I want a gale or a gust in the car. I do not want an eeny weeny breeze."
Her brother Agastya is one.
He was not hot. He did not want a gale. He did not want a gust. He was happy with an eeny weeny breeze.
When papa turned up the fan in the car he said, "Na" to the gale that came out.
When papa cracked open the window of the car he said, "NAAA" to the gust that blew in.
Swati said, "Agi, I do not like this one bit." Agastya waved his hands very fast in front of his face and said, "NAAAaaaa." Then he put out his lower lip and gave papa a pout.
As soon as the car stopped, Swati jumped out of the door like a monkey and blew some air on her tummy and said, " I am never getting in a car with this Agi again."