When a cat sits on a hot kettle, she learns never to sit on a hot kettle again. But what she would never do again also - is never sit on a cold kettle either. In this case the cat is me.
When Suhaana was even smaller, a whistle from the pressure cooker used to spook her out. She would scream and sob inconsolably. I would hold her in my arms, reason with her, it's only a cooker. Then, over to Raj and he would do much of the same. No - the whistle is the enemy. Ultimately the only way things would work is if Raj takes little Suhaana out for a walk and come back only when we're in a whistle-free home.
With time, we just stopped using the pressure cooker- no whistle means no problems. And the whistle scare just came up today when I was talking to a friend. And I realized its been a while since Suhaana heard the whistle because we just stopped using the cooker that whistles. So I wonder if she's grown out of her scare or not. Turns out I might be the one who's scarred enough from Suhaana's crying and scare, that I banished the whistle blower altogether.
I think an experiment to learn if the little baby's grown out of it may be in order some day. Not today. Tomorrow doesn't look good either. But some day.
“A cat who sits on a hot stove will never sit on a hot stove again. But he won’t sit on a cold stove, either.” By Mark Twain.
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