The last time Anjali had a field trip in May, she slept in the tent on the bean bag chair. the tent stayed up for a few weeks before we took it down and went to Australia. I guess there must have been an implicit association there for she asked it out of the blue.
The living room was rather cluttered - the puppet theatre was in the middle and the easel. The dining table was littered with teachers day gifts and A3 paintings of the very hungry caterpillar.
"I'll think about it" I said. "I am not saying no", I added quickly seeing Anjali's face fall. "Give me some time to think about it."
She didnt bring up the subject for a long time. Then , after the pookalam, we went downstairs to pick frangipani flowers. It had rained and I shook the branches to make it rain flowers. Anjali filled her basket and said, very conversationally, as she was walking back
"So, did you make up your mind about the tent?"
I stopped. Naturally, I had forgotten all about it.
"We'll ask daddy when we get home", I said
"Or he could show me how to do it, and I can set it up myself", she said, making me smile.
Husband did set up the tent in the living room and the girls dragged the beanbag chair in. We stayed outside the tent and read our bedtime stories, afte which Sophia and I went to the bedroom, and Anjali stayed in the tent.
Sophia had fallen asleep and I was almost sleeping when a heavier pair of arms wrapped themselves around me.
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