When Mr. Pandey gets angry, he gets angry!

None of that feminine crying like his sister when she used to be hungry. None of the pleading or mind games. Our Sheru roars and you better be scared ’cause it is LOUD.

Picture dinner time today – a full bottle of milk was expected at 8:30 pm sharp! We took a lazy Friday evening approach to setting the stage (bibs, posture) and Sheru responded by letting it out a few times. But we were used to this, right? So Mama took her own sweet time warming the milk while Daddy chatted happily with Ms. Pandey about her sticker book.

Sheru got offended badly!

When dinner finally came, he was displeased right from the start and wore his disposition on his sleeve right through the feeding cycle. Mama had to pick up the acoustic guitar and strum on it right in front of him while Daddy gently rocked him and sang a pretty tune, while feeding him.

Daddy quipped to Mama: “Why did we have to name him Viraj? He is just playing the part now.”