It seems Baby George has now got used to my goodbyes.... at first while leaving my sister's house Baby George would watch intently when I would start putting on my shoes .... and then come running along to me thinking he will also take a joy ride with his cool aunt..... only to be disappointed.... despite his valiant attempts to hang on to my legs or clothes (sometimes even my neck) saying goodbye to him would always evoke a burst of tears from him.... ohhh how cute!.....
But seems like Baby George has learned from his experience..... the other day when he saw me getting ready to leave he watched intently like always... but instead of running to me he decided to run to the door and open it for me... except he could not reach the door lock..... so he did the next best thing he could ... he picked up my shoes and brought it to me - one shoe at a time.... and promptly went to his mother and asked to be picked... and comfortably perched on his mothers arms he said "Tata".... and when asked for a kiss, he bit me with his 5 teeth and send me off packing.....
Which goodbye do I prefer??? well it certainly feels good that Baby George is involved in helping me get ready to leave.... but whoever complained about a few tears being shed for them???... i certainly did not!
Talking about goodbyes - finally I am off on my long overdue vacation ..... I am off for 12 days ..... where to??? hmmmmm... why dont I let my pictures speak for me....
Until then Goodbye! And no thankyou for all the fish!
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