Take a sleepy man and put him on a roller coaster. What you
get is the first year of fatherhood. The sleep won’t let you be active and the
roller coaster won’t let you sleep. If at all you do, then what you get is an unbelievable
mix of dreams and nightmares. And I stood exactly at that juncture, when I realized
we were on the last three boxes of Lactogen. The carton stood empty. Vivaan was
one!
And Viv had it all; from a tricycle he couldn’t yet ride to
innumerable action hero figures, to cars and trucks. But nothing ever managed
to hold his attention for more than a couple of hours. Every toy ultimately
landed up in his storage bucket which the toys were soon outgrowing. When Viv
was on the last few boxes of Lactogen, a brainwave hit me. Why not put his old
toys into the empty carton? That should free up some space in our already
cramped household. When I got the carton out, a very strange thing happened.
Viv squealed with delight. He jumped right into the carton and got his favorite
toys into it as well. To make things better for him, I tied a rope to the
carton, and pulled him around. He had never been this happy with any of his
toys.
