For some strange reason I love teasing Tabeer by telling her that I picked her up from Kachra box. (Garbage)
It all strated when Tabeer developed a habit of picking her nose and putting it in her mouth. I made up a story that one day while I was walking in teh neighbourhood I saw a cute little baby in the Kachra box. She had no clothes and was eating boogie. Mama thought that the baby was very cute so she would bring her home, give her a shower, dress her up nicely and give her something better to eat.
Hence Tabeer was brought to home. And if she continues eating boogie, she would end up in the kachra box again.
This story was repeated everytime tabeer was caught in teh act. And tabeer amde sure to tell people that mama picked her up from teh kachra box.
One day while we were passing by the hospital where Tabeer was born, Baba said : “”Tabeer look this is where you were born.”
Tabeer: “Oh, this is where teh kachra box is”
It’s amazing how kids believe what ever you tell them.