One thing motherhood has taught me is to deal with logic, faultless or otherwise. And persist arguing even though they seem baseless or unconnected
Mamma says to Tejas- Go and ask Dadda, he has got you cartoon CD's
Tejas- you ask Dadda
Mamma- you ask- he is your Dadda naa
Tejas- then why are you there in my home (To tum kyon mere ghar mein aaya.)
Mamma- But he is YOUR Dadda
Tejas- Tab Mera Mamma kaun hai (Then who is my Mamma- who should ultimately ask for the CDs)
Tejas- What are we buying?
Mamma- shirt for Dadda
Tejas- lekin abhi hum pant buy kiyaa naa Dadda ke liye. Fir kyon aur le raha hai.
(I just bought a pant for dadda, why is he buying more)