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My darling friend Ally moved in with us a few years ago. He brightened the atmosphere at home. Being a top-notch chef, he used to cook lip-smacking dishes, with his lovely sense of humour, we all were laughing and joking all day long.

He had one annoying habit though. Everyday when I came home, he would ask me for a chocolate. Every single day. When I said I didn't have, he used to say 'Look in your handbag. There might be one or two.' And I used to say 'Ally, how can a chocolate get into my handbag unless I put it in? Trust me, I have no chocolate!'.
And he would ask again after a few hours...

I know girls love chocolate and so do I. But I am not chocolate-crazy enough that I constantly keep one in my handbag. And I don't remember the last time when I bought chocolates for myself... I bought him chocolates many times, but he'd still insist I give him a chocolate everyday after I come from work.

'Do I look like a chocolate vending machine to you?' I'd ask. He still wouldn't stop. Eventually, in the months to follow, he changed his habit. (Now he asks once in a few weeks!)

I went to India after a few months, and visited his mom when I was there. I casually mentioned "Aunty your son is a big chocolate freak, isn't he? He keeps asking me to scan my handbag for chocolates!"
Hearing which tears brimmed her eyes as she said "You see dear, I work in a school. Everyday some kid or the other gives me chocolates for their birthday and I keep it in my handbag. Whenever Ally came home, he would first scan my handbag for them. This has been going on since he was a little kid. Maybe now he is missing me..."

Awwwwwwwwwwww.

It was only then I wondered, do all of us have some silly habit that we picked up at the cradle but would leave us at the grave? Not what we already know, but if we ask our parents/siblings, some really interesting answers come up!
I asked Amma about mine -
"When you were little you used to jump and pat my hair which was tied into a bun high up my head and open it just to annoy me. Now you still do it, and you don't even have to jump!"
And I don't even remember doing the silly thing when I was a kid :P

AB's mom says "Whenever I did 'aarti' he used to fix his eyes on the 'aarti' plate and his head would go round and round. He still does it!".
I noticed it too! He still does it :-)

So fellas, don't introspect, go ask your parents/siblings about yours'! If you remember an interesting habit about your sibling that would do too. And please share it :-)

Editted to add - 
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We ordered for Chinese food today at work. My colleague S, a father of 2 - one teenager and one 8, searched his pocket for loose change. Not finding any,
S: Looks like my girls have been stealing coins for buying sweets...
We all smiled :)
S: I have strictly told them, it is OK to steal as long as you are not caught.

How crooked is that???!!!

A question every parent dreads! Especially with a kid like me - a living nightmare I say! One incident from my childhood I can never forget - the day I confronted my parents with the question and caught them off guard!

It was that time of my life for my parents to reveal some selective information about the 'reproduction mystery' and they assumed I will be approaching my mom. But no, I thought that my dad was a better person to ask as he used to work in a med company, so he must be having more knowledge about the human body than ma.

One night me, ma and dad are having dinner, watching TV. Out of the blue,
Me: Daddy, so how big is the egg inside a woman? This much? (Gesturing the size if a water melon - naive/silly to apply the rule of direct proportion to a hen's egg and a human being's)
Ma: (Shocked, starts eating faster)
Dad: (Unperturbed) No No, it is microscopic
Me: (Confused) Oh! How is a baby made then?
Ma: (Gives me the look)
Dad: (Slightly irritated) There is a certain cell called 'sperm' to combine with the egg and that becomes a baby
Ma: (Finishes dinner in a hurry, rushes inside the kitchen)
Me: Where is the sperm?
Dad: (Highly uncomfortable) Its found in men
Me: So how does this sperm meet the egg?
Ma: Gestures from the kitchen behind dad's back to shut up or she'll come and beat me
Dad: errr.......mmm....Ya, that I shall explain another day, now eat quietly (of course that day never came, thank God and ma!!!)

By now I am quiet, thanks to mom's threat and dad's sudden interest in TV and not wanting to look at me. But my brain would not stop wondering. I suddenly remember my paternal grand parents have 10 children. Unable to contain myself I spurt with much excitement

Me: Oh yes, paati and thatha (grandma and grandpa) must have done this 'meeting' ten times no?

No reply. Awkward silence. This time dad's appetite is lost. Off he goes into the kitchen to keep his plate.
And the lecture I got from ma the next day!!!

I once went to meet my cousins Mini-8yrs and Tiny-4yrs when I was 14yrs old. I hugged and kissed Mini.

Tiny: (eyebrows raised) Why did you kiss her?
Me: 'Cause she is my darling sister just like you
Tiny: (with her 'I know it all expression')You should not kiss girls
Me: (shocked) Why???
Tiny: Girls can only kiss boys and boys can only kiss girls, don't you know?
Me: (am I awake?) Who taught you all this?
Tiny: Nobody teaches these things silly! You discover it yourself!
Me: (persistent) Did you see it on TV?
Tiny: No, not in this case

I am about to faint by now and my aunt walks in. I narrate to her all that has happened so far.

Aunt: Do you really think girls cannot kiss girls?
Tiny: Yes
Aunt: Now wont you kiss me baby?
Tiny: (confidently) No
Aunt: Who will kiss me then?
Tiny: (with a hint of dismissal) Your husband obviously, you wished for the neighbour or what???

I faint.