Aravind in the rain

If I had a second child that knew how to pull my strings, how to make me want to throw everything in the air, how to get away with feigning innocence, with remarkably kind eyes, how to sound mild enough to the blame automatically shifts to the first-born, how to look gentle enough so my anger would evaporate into wanting to unleash the hug monster within, and how to go all the way back to square one within minutes.. it would look something like this thing.