I use to fight a battle, with my nine month's old,
while reading the newspaper, as he is too bold.
My little grandson always tries,
to snatch spectacles, off my eyes.
He grabs with the other, if his one hand, I hold.
petrified naive eyes
won't be left alone any more
solace of mother
while reading the newspaper, as he is too bold.
My little grandson always tries,
to snatch spectacles, off my eyes.
He grabs with the other, if his one hand, I hold.
petrified naive eyes
won't be left alone any more
solace of mother
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