Eid

"So Dad", he began. I feared the worst. Surely he's too young for the birds and the bees. These words were usually followed by a question he had no doubt spent most of his five years thinking about. Answers were not usually simple.

"How do you know which is which?". "Oh no", I thought, "he's been watching the Discovery channel again, in between devouring this week's consignment of books from the library. Also, he has been looking at Kitty rather strangely..."

"Eid. Which one's which?"

I tried very hard to disguise my relief.

"Well", I replied.

"You know on one of them, we slaughter sheep or goats."

"Yes" he nodded.

"Female goats have udders. So that's how you remember Eid-ul-Adha(uddha)"

"What about the other one?"

"You remember that there's usually lots of food to eat, after a month of fasting, don't you?"

Another nod.

"Well, that's bound to make you put on weight. Eat till you're fatter. Eid-ul-Fitr"

"Aaaah", he looked satisfied with the answer, but I could see the wheels turning.

"So Dad" he began again.

"Udders, are they...."