A Delhi Christmas anecdote. Two days fresh.
A Christmas eve party - friends, old and new. One of them, and engineer-turned manager - and therefore having a theoretical head-start on the rest of humanity had come escorted by his wife and two little girls. The older one being eight and in school, and the younger being three, sweet as hell, and dressed in a santa suit.
This is what happened after I tottered in, with half a bottle of wine inside me...
Me: [Swaying slightly, noticing younger kid's costume] Whee! Gobbledygook! Where is my present?
Younger Kid: [Giggles and scurries behind elder sister]
Elder kid: [Glaring up at me] She is just three years old. Stop asking her existentialist questions...!