My sink escapade..

So, I was stuck. Utterly and completely. No way I could get out of this one...

FLASHBACK.....

I was bored. Really bored. One of my dad's colleagues had come over, and they were discussing stuff that I didn't understand. So I entered the kitchen and started looking for something to eat. Of course, the height of a three-year-old is not best suited to wild attempts to reach a packet of biscuits lying just on top of the counter. I needed something new. A fresh way to entertain myself.

Just then, a strange sound started emanating from the sink. I listened. Very carefully. And a very strange expression crossed my face. It looked as though I had found my source.

I went to the dining table, just a few feet away. My father and his friend were chatting away obliviously in the living room. I looked at one of the chairs. And I began pulling...

Two minutes later...

I was standing by the sink, covered in sweat by my valiant efforts to push the chair into place by the sink. I had quite obviously succeeded in my mission. And now came the moment of truth. I stood up on the chair, got a good grip on the edge of the sink and looked in. And lo! in the the sink there was the source of the sound! A vortex of dirty dishwater being sucked into the drain! I looked, transfixed by the downward movement of the water. And absentmindedly, my legs gave a push.....

END OF FLASHBACK

So, what was I going to do? There I was, stuck on the edge of a sink, of all the preposterous places in the world to be stuck. And my father was in the living room with his friend. My arms were hurting from holding on to the sink so long. And I was dead scared of letting go and dropping to the floor. I was so high up!

Making a huge effort, I took a deep breath and called, "'Baapus!" No response. Again then. "Baapus!" No response again. I began to panic. Internally, I began cursing both my father and his friend for not stopping the flow of talk enough to be able to hear the plainative cry of a damsel wearing diapers in distress.

Mustering up all my remaining energy, I yelled,"BAAPUS!!!"

Finally! Oh joy! The sound of conversation from the hall stopped and there were several loud footsteps in the direction of the kitchen. Silence. I blushed. Well anyone in my situation would have. I was stuck on the edge of a freaking sink, for heaven's sake! More silence....

And then laughter. My father completely cracked up. He was practically rolling on the floor laughing. I had nothing to do but to wait in silence for him to shut up. And then he stopped. And ran out of the room. If I had any doubts about his mental situation, they were all confirmed. There I was, dangling on the edge of a sink and he ran out without saving me!

He returned with our camera. He took a few pictures of me on the edge of the stupid sink. And then he let me down.

Nowadays, whenever I see one of those restless, active toddlers, I feel like warning them, " Eat your veggies. Go to school. And stay away from strange noises coming from sinks...."