Ayaan: “Can I come to the basement?”
Me: “No, I am working”
Ayaan: “Okay, I am coming”
Me: “No Ayaan, don’t come”
Ayaan: “Then fine, I am coming”
Me: “I said, no”
Ayaan: “Actually fine, I will come”
Comes to the office and climbs on my lap.
Sweet!
Isn't it fun to work whilst tangled in the limbs of an affectionate child?
Such a paradox - torn between yelling "Leave me to work in peace!" and "Gimme a smooch, cutie!"