Puttachi: Amma, please draw me.
Grabbing a gel pen and the proffered piece of paper, I make a rough sketch. I have no experience in sketching portraits, and this sketch looks only vaguely like Puttachi, but decidedly older.
Puttachi is in splits when she sees the drawing.
She: Amma, it doesn't look like me at all, but it looks just like you!
S comes back from work, and Puttachi shows him the sketch.
S: (Grimacing) Whew, I sure hope Puttachi doesn't look like that when she grows up!
Puttachi has an upset tummy, and I'm warning her not to eat the snacks they give at school.
Me: Please eat only what I have sent in your lunchbox. Don't eat anything at school, remember, and don't drink milk.
She: *wagging her index finger at me sternly* I hope you'll give me buttermilk when I get home, or how will I get my calcium?
Me: Yes! *pumping fist*
Imparting awareness in nutrition - tick. And the last part was said in correct English too!
Puttachi: Amma, am I taller or is X (her friend) taller?
Me: What do you think?
She: I know I am taller than her.
Me: okay. (Puttachi is taller, but I don't want to make these things an issue, so I don't offer any comment.)
She: But X keeps telling me that she is taller.
Me: So do you tell her anything?
She: No, I don't. I just let her think she is taller. I know I am taller, so I just keep quiet.
If only she retains this wisdom even in the future...