It has been a long evening. I am especially irked because Papa did not help with the kid's homework. After Pavan is safely tucked in bed, I crib.
'You know, Papa, I would be really grateful if you take some interest in the brats education.'
I give him a look. 'Your sons!'
'I don't think that's a good idea.' he says.
'And why not?' I demand an answer.
'Because I fear for the poor fellow. If I teach him seriously, I will do some irreparable damage. Let him be a gavaar. At least he will be happy. He can always take adult education classes when he grows up. That will be cheaper than a life long shrink.'