On seeing me packing up…

On seeing me packing up my suitcase for my overnight writing retreat trip:

Kavya hugs me and holds on, grinning, saying, "You don't have permission to go!"

Me: Oh? How do I get permission?

K: You need to give me a million chocolate chips!

Me: How about five?

K, considers for perhaps half a second: Okay!

And now we know what mommy's presence is worth. :-)

(Anand agreed to the same deal, totally delighted that he was getting unexpected morning chocolate.)

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