Where's the party tonite?

TGIF!TGIF! ah! So happy for the weekened! Alright where are we gonna go for this weekened? What plans do we have for the weekend? Maybe, hmmmmm, lemme think, a secret rendezvous at some pub? Or maybe shake a leg at some club? Or maybe dine at some exotic hideout?

Well, maybe one can do any one of the above in one weekend but I get this rare opportunity of doing all the above in one evening. My elder daughter drags me out of my book, “mama please come with me, please… please… please.” There is some kinda excitement in the way she says those three pleases. So I play along and walk with a feigned reluctance. She puts her tiny hands over my eyes while leading me away from the bukhari.
“Tah-dah!” and when my eyes are let free I have to set my mouth open to show surprise at the location of our weekend eatery. There are three plastic chairs neatly placed around the coffee table and their toy plates and cups adorn the table. My li’l one is mixing a wide range of toys in assortment of shapes. “what’s cooking?” I ask jovially. “Cakes, yummy chocolate cakes,strawberry cakes,” my li’l chef answers with her mouth almost watering with the thought of real chocolate cakes.
The elder one puts on the TV, Norling channel, my li’l one’s favorite.Ata Youngba’s trailer is on. Then some students of Choden school are seen dancing to the song,”dhari gawai nima.” My li’l one immediately leaves her chef’s role and starts dancing. I simply love the way she tries to copy the dance steps from the TV. The song ends but her love for dancing doesn’t. She continues dancing even when there is advertisement for Kezang driving training school. So I switch the channel and stop at Mtunes channel, Danush is singing why this kolaveri kolaveri di. I simply love this song.So I let the song play. I stand up too and move with my li’l one. My elder one loves the fact that I am dancing too. She comes up with a plan. “Mama, this is going to be a dance competition between you and Tatu, I’ll be the judge,” and she starts preparing her judge sheet with my name on one column and Tatu’s name on the other.
Endless dancing frevour starts with Tatu and me grooving to different music, from Singlem singlem to Ma da ladla to ek main aur ekk tu back to ngesem ngesem. Our judge stands when there is a song of her liking. She forgets her role and dances with us. Three of us laugh like hyenas on the roll and dance with so much of mismatch of steps that had some choreographer chanced to see us would have named a new dance form out of it.
After almost one hour of dance we decide the coffee, juice and the cakes are getting stale. So we sit and share the tasty morsel out of eachothers plate. The plate that was named as pizza turns into spaghetti suddenly and none of the three mind the change. We talk about the food like it’s really a yummilicious treat!
It way past ten PM and I coax them to get into our nightly ritual of brushing and washing which doesn’t come with easy grace. Actually even I am so much charged with energy after that dance that I feel we should continue for another hour or so. But the mother in me has to draw the line when it comes to the schedule for the kids so I reluctantly pull them into bed and then begins another session, of nursery rhymes of lullabies.