Conversations: Father and Children

Vijay and Pickle: 

V: I want to talk to you.
P: (eloquent questioning look)
V: What is your name?
P: Pickle.
V: That's not your real name. What is your real name?
P: Arnob( Bengali accent obtained from maids)
V: ( managing not to cringe at the pronunciation) 'Say, My name is Arnav'
P: My name ees Arnob
V : Very good. Now, what is my name?
P: (Irritated) ARNOB
V: (pointing at himself to clarify) No, MY name. Your Daddy's name.
P: (inspired) Hunny-Bunny!

Vijay and Papad: 

V: (In the middle of an exciting story) And THEN, the Uncle opened up his Bag. And do YOU know what was in the bag, Papad?
P: (With supreme confidence) Potty.
V: (deflated and distracted) ....no...a kabootar....(shouting out to me) Don't they know any OTHER words?

Vijay and Pickle-Papad: 

V: (Indulgently) And today is your birthday...it's a special day...lots of children will come to your party...and you know what? Today you can hit whomever you want!
Me: WHAT?
V: (Defensively) It was a joke...they're old enough to understand what a JOKE is now...
Me: (Watching them beaming, practically rubbing their hands with glee) ...But are YOU?