3 Bigs, 3 Smalls

I hit the big 3, 3 years ago. As much as I hate celebrating it, my mum couldn't help reminding me. That's mum! Of course she had to remember the first time she had to go into labour and finally delivered me at 3pm on 2nd May 33 years ago. And hubby was not with me again. Well, that's the way my life has taken its path. I'm not sad, I'm just reflective. So here's a pic with gun-pointing fingers at Afzal. Everyone's irritated at him for wanting the chocolate on everybody's piece of cake! That's my dear son.