Bingo!!??

So, it’s Thursday evening, and you know that feeling—weekend vibes are setting in a bit too early 😌✨, and I'm craving something crunchy—something really snack-worthy 🤤. But I’m also feeling incredibly lazy, with absolutely zero energy to make it myself 🛋️. Instead of asking directly for a snack (where’s the fun in that? 😏), I get a little crafty. I start with a completely random request—maybe for a pair of earphones 🎧 or some other small thing I know he’ll think is absolutely unnecessary at the moment. He’s in the middle of his important office work 💻, deeply focused, and I’m over here, relentless, nudging him again and again 🙃.

At first, he tries to shrug it off, barely sparing me a glance 🙄, but I keep at it with my “who, me?” look—that perfect mix of innocence and just a hint of playful annoyance 😅. He finally snaps, sighing in frustration, something like, “Can you please just wait?” And that’s exactly the moment I was waiting for. I don’t even need to say anything back; I just make a little face 🥺, let the silence work its magic, and act like maybe—just maybe—I’m a bit hurt. It’s barely noticeable, but it does the trick 🎯. He catches himself, realizes he might’ve been a bit short, and the guilt creeps in. Bingo. 🎉

But then comes our little boy, right on cue, tugging at my arm, with his honeyed voice saying, “Amma, koocha maadu, Amma, koocha maadu!” 🥹💖 He insists on me staying right there by his side, like I’m his whole world 🌍. And all the while, I can see him making his way to the kitchen 🚶‍♂️🍲. A tiny smile sneaks onto my face because I know what’s coming next—his signature crunchy avalakki. The magic is in how he makes it: low on oil but high on flavor, with just the right chatpata twist and that little sweet tinge he knows I adore!!!!

As he brings it over, though, something feels incomplete. And of course—how could I have missed it? The aroma of freshly brewed, steaming filter coffee. No snack moment is ever truly whole without that. I make that perfect, filter coffee ☕️, letting its rich, cozy aroma fill the air, adding that final, magical touch to our lil family moment.

We sit together, munching away on the crunchy avalakki, while our little boy picks out the best parts, nibbling on the crunchy peanuts with total focus . And I can’t help it—I start laughing at his grumpy face 😂, knowing full well that he’s on to me. He grins, caught in the act, and joins in, laughing along 😆. Then there’s our little boy, watching us both, joining in with that infectious laughter of his, like he gets the whole story 🥰👨‍👩‍👦.

And there we are: me, him, and our little boy, savoring that perfect Thursday that feels like a weekend all on its own 💫, with just a touch of our own family drama to make it even better. 🥂💖