I've mentioned the perils of the over-use of the Queen's English before. Don't know what it is about big words that draws the young ones in. The issue seems even more complex when you think of the energy you've putting in to crack C-A-T - Cat, M-A-T - Mat, B-A-T - Bat.
One day, after Dhruv had finished his fist fight with Aneesha and left an awful scratch on her shoulder, I told him:
Dhruv I am disappointed.
That was just the kind of word he needed for the day.
Everyone he met, heard it a couple of times, if not more:
Aneesha, I am disappointed.
Masi, I am disappointed.
Nani, I am disappointed.
Manju, I am disappointed.
Mamma, I am disappointed.
Rickshaw wallah, I am disappointed.
Bobby, I am disappointed.
There's got to be something about Ds.