Shadows and Shampoo

That’s what’s been giving the twins tons of giggles in recent days.

I wash their hair on Sunday morning – so late in the morning that it amounts to afternoon, but that’s only because I’m so lazy on Sunday. (And every other day…) Some days I oil it before washing, but some days I’m too lazy even for that. Yesterday was one of those too-lazy days, so it was just a straight shampoo.

I applied the shampoo on Mrini first, and both of them were hopping with excitement. “Make a pony tail,” said Mrini. They’ve been agreeable to wearing two pony tails to day care the last week or so, but pony tail during the bath was a long-standing source of entertainment. I pulled all her hair back and it stood on top of her head in a tall peak. I squeezed the shampoo off her hair and off my hands onto the bathroom floor, and they went berserk stamping in it and picking it up in their hands. When I did Tara’s hair, I squeezed the shampoo from my hands directly into theirs and they were in peals of giggles that could be heard half a mile away.

Their other fascination is their shadow. We now routinely have a power cut between 7 and 8 p.m., which is highly frustrating since it is the quality family time we spend together on weekdays. What can you do, except make the best of a bad scene? We bring out the candles and get live entertainment by getting Mrini and Tara sing songs to us until they exhaust their repertoire – which, depending on their mood, can take a good half-hour. In one of these sessions, they discovered their shadows on the facing wall. With the candle behind them and no other light in the room, their shadows were huge and sharp and clear. They were delighted. First they danced and were thrilled to see their shadow dance with them. Then I had their shadows by putting my leg inbetween the candle and the kids, and they were puzzled by that. Then they discovered that they could go up to the wall and touch their shadow, but that doing so would make the shadow become so small it was just lifesize; and that if they came back, away from the wall, their shadow would grow much bigger.

As adults, a power cut is a frustration, an annoyance, an impedance in our rushed and achieving lifestyles. It is such a delight to see it through the kids – an opportunity to learn, explore, and – most importantly – have lots and lots of fun.

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