Golden Words

Oh shucks I'm the devil. We're currently facing planned power outages every evening between 7pm to 8pm.
This is the time while waiting for 8pm lights and dinner we have adapted into each doing our own thing.
I of course fiddle with my cell try to write surf the wildly exciting and impossible net but today baby asked me for a drink because he was "feeling dry!"
I carefully made my way to the kitchen to get him a glass of water correcting his English on the way and realized I couldn't pour water into his narrow necked sipper in the dark.
I asked, "someone fetch my cell please."
Kids were busy rioting with their daddy in the only room equipped with a power box light. Noone answered.
I shouted "can I have a light? water's dripping everywhere!"
No answer except squeals of delight from kids being tickled by daddy.
"Light!!!", I roared.
More squeals and squeaks.
"I need a light", I screamed then waited till a count of 3 and in an ominously grave voice I thundered, "Let There Be Light!"
It was impressive if I say so myself.
I stood waiting for magical things to happen. And they did.
As I finished my thunderous command our entire house was plunged into pitch darkness.
I closed the tap and said cuttingly, "Anto, if this is your idea of a joke then...don't you... Dare!!",  stuttering my indignation.
Anto shone his teeny cell phone torch and looked at me puzzled.  "I didn't
switch off the power box"
Just then baby handed me the little lamp thingy that attaches to the power box.
"Here mamma you said you wanted light, so I unplugged it and brought it to you."
Yes he sure did.
I'm now thoroughly enlightened.
A) I am Not God.
B) God lucked out that saboteur Josh wasn't around to wreck creation when he said let there be light.

I guess golden words should never be repeated.
Perhaps not even by God.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015