Enter Husband and his pregnant Wife. The Husband is carrying shopping bags.
Husband: Careful now. (Makes her
sit) There you go.
Shall we? One more time? Please.
Wife: Raj!!
Husband: I know, I
know, we just bought them. But I am too excited. I am going to be a
Dad.
Wife: Ehm..
Husband:
And you will be a Mom of course. (Pointing
the shopping bags) So...
Shall we? Please!
Wife: OK.
Husband:
(Takes out a little pink outfit) Look
at that.
Wife: Aww.
Husband: (Painting
a picture) Imagine, pink curtains, light pink walls and a
medium pink cradle. And our little angel in this beautiful pink outfit.
What do you think?
Wife: It will be
fantastic. And when she is a little older, we should get her a little
bed with soft pillows and floral bedsheets.
Husband:
(Takes out a Barbie from the shopping bag)
And then she can play with her Barbie! Do you think she will like it?
Wife: Of course she
will. Girls love Barbie. I had a barbie myself when I was a kid. She
can wash her clothes, comb her hair and feed her too.
Husband: We will get her a doll house, even better, I will build one!
Wife: With your
office and work, when will you have time to build one? We should buy
one.
Husband: You are
right. We should buy one. I can't wait to see her play with it.
Decorating all those tiny rooms with cute little furniture and dolls.
It'll be so exciting!
Wife: Yes. And we
should get her a tea party set as well.
Husband: The
ceramic one. I think I saw one at the Central. It comes with a pink
attache case.
Wife: Perfect. And
when she is old enough I shall teach her everything I know. Sewing...
stitching...
Husband: And that
embroidery stuff. You are so good at it you know. I think you should
teach her
that as well.
Wife:
Of course I will. She will learn everything a girl should know. She
will be a perfect girl. (The baby kicks)
She kicked! She kicked.
Husband:
(Feels the belly)
She did it again. Hmmm, maybe I should teach her how to kick
football.
Wife: What? Hello!
She is a girl. Girls don't play football. At the most you can teach
her how to play Badminton. That's all. I don't want her becoming a
tomboy or something, do you?
Husband: No, of
course not. I want her to be a cute little Princess.
Wife: Yes, our
Princess. We should send her to dance classes for sure.
Husband: Ballet,
that's for girl right?
Wife: Definitely.
Husband: Singing?
Wife: Yup.
Husband: Art
classes.
Wife: O yes. She
should certainly learn drawing, painting and sketching.
Husband: And
cooking classes!
Wife: What? No!
Husband:
(Confused) No?
Wife: Certainly
not. I will teach her myself. I can teach her better than any cooking
class. Don't you like the food I cook?
Husband: Sure I do.
You are the best. No matter where I am, I always think about your
food.
Wife: You do?
Husband: Of course.
I think it is the best if she learned cooking from you. What is
important is that she learns it.
Wife: And she will.
She will learn all my secret recipes. I will teach her exactly the
way my mom taught me. And she will teach her daughters.
Husband:
A tradition! (Sits by her side)
I am so lucky to have you. My perfect wife.
(She rests her head on his
shoulder. He Giggles. Giggles again.)
Wife: What?
Husband:
(Realizing) Oh,
it's the phone on vibrating mode. (Answers)
Hello? Yes... Oh... OK... I see... No problem... Thank you.
(Disconnects)
That was Dr. Kumar's office. They made a mistake. It's actually a
Boy...
Wife:
A boy? (Pause)
I knew it. Those kicks were too strong for a girl. My strong boy.
Husband: (Standing up) OK, we
have to go shopping again. Everything needs to change, the curtains,
the cradle, the outfits, the doll...
Wife:
(Getting up)
Definitely. Boys can't play with Barbie Dolls. Let's go.
Husband: Now I can
teach him to play football...
Wife: You can teach
him everything to toughen him up.
Husband:
Well, there won't be Ballet for sure. (Both exit.)
The
End.
2 comments:
great!!!!
Thank you very much Tabrej.
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