in love when he hears and sees only with his heart.
Scene 1: During the last PTA meeting the peapod's teacher mentioned, "She always has to be the first to do crafts & drawing in class". The Dad interpreted it as "She is the best in crafts and drawing in her class". Me interpreted it as, the peapod wanting her turn first when the teacher begins to help them do their crafts and drawings. The teacher said nothing about her being the best. Ofcourse the Dad and me ended up arguing over what was said and interpreted all the way from school to our respective offices.
Scene 2: The peapod is playing with her paint at the back of a very broad book. She is dipping the brush into every possible paint color and going crazy just dragging the brush on the blank white thick canvas-like book cover. Inspite of the colors she has used, only black seems to be evident with a tinge of yellow and white here and there. The next morning I wake up to find the Dad standing in front of the canvas, smiling very proudly at the painting. I ask him what is it and he tells me ...it is such a brilliant mix of colors and you know what ...its a whale. I walk up to the said piece of art and twist my head from left to right and then right to left and then make my eyes a little tiny and then wide and yes, I can make a whale out of it.
Absolutely blind adoration.
Reminds me of my Dad who was the only one who had 1 kg tomato soup that I made saying it was the best, for 3 whole days, atleast twice daily. That soup even I couldn't gulp.
It is said “There is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter.”