Last night, Puttachi was terribly hyper, and though it was past her bedtime, and her eyes had become tiny, she was showing no inclination to go to bed. She was bouncing in her crib, and I told her stories, sang songs to soothe her, but nothing worked. I had reached the end of my patience.
Me: Puttachi, I've had enough. Now, just lie down still, close your eyes and go to sleep.
Puttachi: Tell me a story.
Me: No more stories. Time to sleep.
Puttachi: I'll tell you a story.
Me: (Resignedly) Ok, go ahead.
Puttachi: Once upon a time, there lived one Pooh. There also lived Pooh's Amma. You are my Amma, aren't you?
Me: Yes, Puttachi, I am.
Puttachi: Just like that, Pooh also had an Amma.
Me: Oh, really.
Puttachi: Then one day, Pooh told Pooh's Amma..... do you know what Pooh told Pooh's Amma?
Me: No, what did Pooh say?
Puttachi: Pooh told Pooh's Amma, "Amma, I am not feeling sleepy."
Then, she looked at me through the corner of her eye, burst out laughing, and continued her bouncing.