Here are K1 and K2, dictating to me what they want to say about your lemon cake. It has been mentioned at least fifty time in the past two days.
K2: Nana, I love your lemon cake. I want to visit you on Christmas and Easter because in those festivals, your lemon cake is the best (not festivals, times)
K1: Because we have never tasted it other than those times. Your lemon cake is better than potato (which I love very much)
K2: I also want to visit you early because otherwise I will miss Easter.
K1: Nana I love your lemon cake way more than any of the birthday cakes I've ever had...Kalyan keep quiet!....I am still dictating....Nanna, your lemon cake is one of my most favourite cakes baked by you.
K2: Nana, I also love your lemon cakes way more than even pizza. Kavya, keep quiet! Nana, your lemon cake is my favourite food.
K1: I think if you are in some kind of cooking competition you would definitely win first prize with your lemon cake....Deepamma, I can see that! Kalyan, please get your hand off my foot!...
K2: If you are in MasterChef Australia, a TV show, you would win with your awesome lemon cake. That is the same thing Kavya said, but with some edits. If I am wrong, please email me
That is my email id ok. Got it?
K1: Anyway, once you do, I'd love to see your first place trophy. I don't know why we are writing you email about your lemon cake, it's absolutely weird, when we are in the middle of making brownies and she (Deepamma) called us over here. But I bet the brownies will never be nearly as good as your lemon cake....no, I don't want to say bye yet!....fine, fine...
K2: Anyway, that was Kavya. But why did she have to add the part that said, it is weird we are emailing you? I don't know. But if I ever get to eat any food I like, I would pick your lemon cake.
K2 pushes off to the kitchen. K1 : OK, fine, bye.
There are now two dictators in my life!
Love from K1, K2, and Deepa.