Coloring Compromise
Maya: "Ravi, pass the blue crayon, na. I want to color Amma’s saree."
Ravi: "No. I’m using it for the India flag. Use green."
Maya: "But her saree is blue with tiny silver dots! Please, just for two minutes."
Ravi: "I said no. I’m not changing my mind."
Maya: "You’re being so... so... like a rock that won’t move!"
Ravi: "Good. I like being a rock. It’s my blue crayon."
Amma: "Arre, what’s all this noise? Even the dosa on the tawa is getting scared."
Maya: "Amma, he’s guarding that crayon like it’s treasure."
Ravi: "Because she’ll press too hard and break it! I know she will."
Amma: "Ravi, you’re holding the crayon so tight it might break in your own hand."
Ravi: "I don’t care. I’m not changing my mind."
Maya: "See, Amma? He’s being so obstinate."
Amma: "Hmm, his mind is like a door that’s stuck. Should we put some oil on it?"
Ravi: "You can’t put oil on my brain, Amma."
Amma: "Not oil-oil. Maybe some idea-oil. What if Maya gives you first bite of the crispy dosa corner?"
Maya: "And I’ll let you use my glitter pen for the Ashoka Chakra."
Ravi: "Glitter for the Chakra? That will look awesome."
Maya: "So will Amma’s blue saree if I get the crayon."
Ravi: "Fine, you can use it. Just don’t press too hard."
Maya: "Deal. And you don’t be so obstinate next time, okay?"
Ravi: "Okay... maybe I’ll be only half obstinate when there’s glitter and dosa involved."