Friday morning in the Chaks’ household:
8:30 a.m.: Mr. Chaks: Slow down girl, stand properly for your bath..baby..don’t let the water out.....(sigh)
9:30 a.m.: Mr. Chaks (while baby finds out that food flies better than an aeroplane): You have to eat your breakfast else we won’t take you out today evening.
To Mrs Chaks (in a growl): She’s not eating.
Mrs Chaks: It’s weekend, your turn to feed her breakfast.
Mr. Chaks: Humph!!
10:30 a.m.-1:00 p.m: Mr. Chaks (after baby has coloured the walls with different crayons, tried to jump from the dining table, picked out her dad’s razor to give herself a shave, etc etc etc): I haven’t had a smoke since morning...how do I keep up with her shenanigans....why can’t she behave herself?? What is all this?
Grandma Mrs. Chaks(very calmly): They are genes.
