The lil' guy

He was a guy of 2, dragging to 3 maybe. Hardly could he speak, and walk without tripping.

And he wasn’t eating chocolates. A whole box of full of it was right in front of his eyes, and all his pals were munching on. The jar was nearby, and everybody compelled him to have a nibble. It wouldn’t hurt, they said. And he firmly refused each proposal.

Annoyed, a few demanded the reason for his “stand-out” behavior. It was only ordinary to have chocolates in a party, wasn’t it?

No, said he. Mum has denied. 

And i learnt to be humble today. Surprising that it took a three year old child to teach me that.