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The Hexbug conundrum

Our city just got it’s first Hamleys.

The only thing I checked out of the store was a Hexbug nano. It was an impulse buy I admit,  a feeble attempt to protest against the pink club buying barbies by the dozen.

A corner of my heart wanted to pick a barbie too; mostly from the guilt of not giving Meow any girly examples except Tinker Bell; who herself works more like a mechanic than a fairy. At other times, she spends time with Little Krishna and his silly friends, Charlie Chaplin and Mister Maker.

Even though I felt guilty, I was not apprehensive about her liking the little jittery bug that resembles a rather tall cockroach without wings or antenna. She did not disappoint me. The moment it was unpacked from the box and let out on the floor, she ran behind it, caught it between her fingers and threatened me saying that the cockroach in her hand was about to bite me. Then she put it down again and ran behind it for 20 straight minutes. I felt relieved.

She was not afraid of bugs earlier either, but now I can say that she won’t be an easy catch for guys who would want to save her from a cockroach. They’d have to fight something bigger, like a T-Rex.

And oh, she might even own a bug jar and choose to study Entomoloy

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Disconnect

It is a testing time for my books.

Of late Meow has picked up the habit of surfing my bookshelf. She can now reach for a book all by herself, loudly call out the dominant color on the cover and fish a bookmark out in no time.

While picking one from the shelf is cake walk for her as well as the books, I should admit that a little part of me dies everytime Meow tries to read and put one back all by herself. My once healthy shelf is now an ER full of paper backs with dog eared covers, naked hard covers in an identity crisis and and other books with painful tears. 

In a way I am actually glad about it. Atleast she tries to engage with them rather than having learnt to play subway surf. The only game she(as well as momma) gets to play is the 2d dino jump that appears on a Chrome browser disconnected from the internet.

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Fallen Stars

 

When I turned at the corner of the street at 8 PM and paced towards home, the first thing that caught my attention was the Meow was out in the middle of the street.

She had squatted comfortably; both her hands were caressing the dirt on the road as if it were an over fed golden retreiver’s neck. My mother was engrossed in her grand daughter’s antics.

I went straight to my mother and argued about why she had let Meow play in the dirt and reminded her that she might get rashes (and also that I am an over reacting parent whose pregnancy hormones quite firmly refused to leave).

She smiled and called on Meow to checkout who had come home.

Meow pointed to the twinkling asphalt particles on the road and cried, “Mummy Chee… Twikkle shar…. Keela.” (The twinkle stars have fallen down.)

So has momma 😦

via Daily Prompt: Twinkle

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Red teeth and legs

Today we had ketchup from the squeeze pack for tooth paste. It was red and yummy. Momma also ate her tooth paste today.

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Did you scroll down looking for the story about red legs ? I added it so the title could rhyme with “Green ham and eggs”. Momma says that a catchy title is most important in a blog.

See ya!

Meow

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Meow Learning

The other day I showed Meow a picture of Angela Merkel; precisely this one:

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and taught her to say “Merkel”along with me.  I made her repeat it thrice and let her resume watching Tinkerbell.

Last week, Angela Merkel was shown many a times in the news after the Brexit results and I was on cloud nine when Meow identified her every time she was shown on TV. Like all proud mommas inhibiting earth, I was bragging about it to my mother when she saw Evelyn Harper from Two and a half men on TV and yelled “Mekkel!!!”

For those of you who did not pay attention to that insanely hilarious show your sibling downloaded from torrents, this is Evelyn Harper.

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As an adult you wouldn’t think of this a as a resemblance but apparently the only things that caught her attention were the red suit and blonde hair. To confirm , I showed her this:

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But this was just “Akka” (young lady) to her. I was baffled.

And then we googled for Angela Merkel in a different colored suit:

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She got this one right. “Mekkel Mekkel Mekkel”.

I took the experiment a bit further and showed her a picture of Meryl Streep but wearing a dress instead of a suit.

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She marked this as a half hearted “Mekkel” followed by “Mekkel illa” (Not Merkel).

This experiment has seriously got me thinking about the cognitive learning process in human beings. There is no hard and fast rule in identifying or classifying things; there is something much more than just the defined features that makes the process of identification precise. Had it been only the haircut and the suit then Meow should have labelled Diana as “Mekkel” and if it had been just the haircut and the aged look, she should have called Meryl Streep as “Mekkel” without any hesitation.

The results mimic my many experiments with classification problems using machine learning. Some results are true positives and true negatives but at the same time some others are false positives and false negatives.

When I showed her more and more distinct examples of Angela Merkel, Princess Diana, Evelyn Harper and Meryl Streep and gave her a surprise test later, she was able to accurately identify all four of them irrespective of their hair and attire.

Our identification/ classification accuracy increases as we see/ experience more and more over time, but what is that hidden ingredient that makes our classifications 100% accurate after sufficient amount of data but not any machine’s ?

Is it the absence of a pushy momma?

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Lady’s finger

There are two things a parent dreads the most about his/her toddler.

  1. Their love for disgusting things
  2. The razor sharp teeth

Meow bites my cheeks occasionally, when I run a couple of minutes late to fill her milk bottle or am involved in an interesting conversation with someone else not paying attention to what she is trying to convey. It was acceptable, given that she is just learning to convey things through words and not just by crying her heart and the neighborhood’s ears off.

All was fine until she accidentally bit my thumb once. I am still baffled if there is some kind of a special honey like enzyme that oozes out of it; for from that day she bites on it for no apparent reason. Like how a famished goat would take its first bite on okra. Just a bite and then a giggle on hearing me squeak.

Such incomprehensible childhood pleasures !