Ash the Menace

There are times when my son gets too naughty for words. It is fine when the mischief is done at home, but not when it exceeds the four walls of our house.

Instance 1: As he alights from the car to attend the Kiddies Sports Day, he spots an auto driver pouring over a tabloid oblivious to the world around him. He gives him a tight slap on his thigh. The man looks up in shock and anger. For a moment he thinks it is me, while I apologetically look at him and chide Ash. The man bursts out laughing and V who was trying hard to suppress a laugh, joins in.

Instance 2: Ash is at the vegetable shop with his father, helping him pick vegetables. He grabs a not-so-small potato and aims at a man's head with quick precision. The man holds his head in pain and looks back in anger, spots the little boy and decides to smile. He may not be always so lucky.

Instance 3: The watchman is helping V take the vegetables and provisions from the car boot. He is in a semi-squatting position when Ash kicks his rear trying to lift him up with his leg. He falls and groans in pain. The little boy gets a tweak in the ear from his dad.