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Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!

She does not know the difference between the lights in the

streets and the stars.

When we play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real

food, and tries to put them into her mouth.

When I open a book before her and ask her to learn her a, b,

c, she tears the leaves with her hands and roars for joy at

nothing; this is your baby's way of doing her lesson.

When I shake my head at her in anger and scold her and call

her naughty, she laughs and thinks it great fun.

Everybody knows that father is away, but if in play I call

aloud "Father," she looks about her in excitement and thinks that

father is near.

When I hold my class with the donkeys that our washer man

brings to carry away the clothes and I warn her that I am the

schoolmaster, she will scream for no reason and call me dada.

Your baby wants to catch the moon. She is so funny; she calls

Ganesh Ganush.

Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish! 


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