Fifteen minutes full of life
I can hear the kid playing with closet door. "Babu, door se mat khelo, bau ho jayega". Have you heard philosophers wonder about things like - your ears hear things, but what is it that actually makes you listen and then go ummm... consciousness. Had they all had kids, they would have figured, a timeout threat helps humans listen very well. Anyways, doors aren't life threatening enough to yell out, so ignore. Minute later comes the expected SOS - "mamma.. mamma.. atak gaya" Aparently, he is inside the closet, the door isnt opening. I rescue him and figure its really time to install all those kid-safe door knobs that the alert parent in me had brought over an year ago - atleast in the restrooms so that he doesnt lock himself in for a water play time (yuck!). So, I head off to the garage to dig the locks out. After a minor archaeological venture, I find them and return, ofcourse, to find that he has locked me out. Voila! This time, I have the house keys with me. I