Lemuria of our home

So yes. Its out. Official. The Lemuria islands have been discovered by T1 & T2. And its right under our dining table! Welcome to our home, where our dining table is used for everything except eating. Underneath our dining table, is a world where no one can dare enter. One needs to observe constantly to decipher what it represents. If the chairs are pulled out, it's probably an excavator digging out fossils, beware, dont come near, you could be shredded! If the rear chairs are out, then its an SUV.

If you enter the table from under, then yes thats a new world. Its an air plane. If you enter from right, its Qatar Airways and if you enter from the left, its blue dart and mind you all the Amazon international shipments transit here. Im guessing its a hub. But all I make out from a distance, is that its a cockpit. There are two Ikea containers stacked beside each other, full of toy vegetables and their butts firmly rest on it. There's also a loosely hanging thread, I'm guessing its a seat belt. And they have a piece of cotton stuck underneath their lips, brace yourselves thats a microphone because now T1 is yelling "prepare for take off, fasten your seat belts" for the fourth time in succession. Even before you ask who I am, I am apparently the airhostess who gives gifts to everyone. But only after take off.

I've managed to fasten the seat belt in ky sofa, and now the pilot and copilot are in frantic argument over some of the buttons on the control panel. In few seconds, the argument escalates, and both the pilot and co pilot have thrown away the microphones and started tugging at each other's hair. Has the flight taken off?? Looks like there is a situation and the air hostess needs to attend to it. I break rules before bloodshed happens and run to the cockpit. I try to bend into the cockpit and see whats happening. "Baby whats wrong?" "im not a baby, im a pilot" "ok pilot whats wrong" "this button is the take off button" i squint my eyes to find nothing but grain patterns of wood. "Yes pilot" "no ma its the music button". This is T2 the co pilot. I point my finger to a nearby spot and try my best "maybe this is the music button, right here, co pilot" and hands begin to entangle, and my back reminds me that I am no longer designed to fit underneath tables.

The argument goes for a couple of minutes, my back screaming in protest, and finally the co pilot comes forward in his seat. Presses the button. Sings few lines of his favourite song. "See, there's music, thats why its the music button". I wish I could bang my head on top of the table, break it open, and just stand up. "Yes co pilot. Its the music button" agrees the pilot. Like what? Seriously? Did the pilot just buy that? They stick back the cotton (dont ask me with what) and the message plays "prepare for take off". I crawl back to my seat and fasten my belt. Only when I feel relieved that the flight has taken off, the crew disembark from the cockpit, pull the chairs in front, and take four cars out to play. T1 asks the inevitable question "which car are you going to ride now?". T2 immediately takes a broken clip, makes a noise with his mouth, and confirms "my keys switch the red one ON".

We did discover Lemuria, only to find it should be renamed Loony. And yeah, mind your back! (and lose your mind)

Cheers,
Hopie