Playing Doctor-Doctor-Doctor
Meera: "Riya, want to play doctor-doctor after snack?"
Riya: "Okay, but I’m the doctor this time."
Meera: "Fine, I’ll be the sick patient. My tummy is already hungry-sick."
Amma: "First finish your dosa, little doctors. No games with empty stomachs."
Riya: "Mmm, it’s so crispy. The chutney is tickling my tongue."
Meera: "The sambar is like a hot, yummy blanket."
Riya: "Don’t talk while you eat, Meera. You’ll choke."
Meera: "I won’t— khh, khh, khh!"
Riya: "See! You’re coughing! I told you."
Meera: "Khh, khh! The chilli went inside my throat."
Amma: "Sip some water, Meera. Slowly."
Meera: "Gulp. Okay… the chilli stopped disco dancing."
Riya: "You still coughed so loudly."
Meera: "Your coughs sound like a tiny puppy."
Riya: "No, mine are like this— khh… khh…coughs." very serious
Amma: "Achoo! Oh dear, now I’m sneezing."
Meera: "If Amma coughs, we’ll have a whole cough orchestra."
Riya: "I’ll be the doctor and say, ‘Open your mouths and say aaah.’"
Meera: "But I’m fine now. My coughs ran away with the water."
Amma: "Good. Next time, swallow first, then talk about sambar."
Riya: "After we wash hands, can my patient pretend to cough?"
Meera: "Only pretend coughs. Real coughs are for when chillies attack."