Coma of the feet!!

Today being Sunday, the sleepy suburb we live in looks positively dead. The inclination to laze all day in front of the TV is very strong. But the feeling of a daze in the evening is terrible. In order that the kids have some activity, I suggested they join me for my routine daily walk.

It was great fun to begin with, we observed with interest the snails peeking out of their shells, the sunlight filtering through fresh green leaves, the many curious doggies sniffing at our feet, the stealthy and fat cats climbing grassy slopes and roof tops, the ducklings not quite grown up yet, the joggers, runners and strollers..

It was a long walk for the kids and by the time we decided to turn homeward again, I suspected that they would be quite tired when we got home. I was right and on the doorstep, my daughter declared..'Amma, my feet have comma'!! My son fetched a pen and promptly drew a comma on her feet and then at her perplexed expression (with a definite air of superiority) proceeded to explain the difference between COMA and COMMA!!!