Ok! So! I have two prodigal sins,oops sorry typo!
I meant sons!Walking around the city,searching intently.They look like Christopher Colombus.

They are staring at their cells,and strolling,and,sometimes sprinting in the physical world,looking for something,in the virtual one. Or even worse,screaming at whoever is driving, STOP THE CAR' TAKE A REVERSE!TURN RIGHT!GO LEFT!CAN WE GO 30 METERS FURTHER! After reaching destination!!All insane hysterical instructions,bellowed out in panic,Causing fatalities.

If they looked so hard and with such focus and intent,for their goal,or a sock,I'd own a department store selling socks of varying sizes and colours.

But Belive me they are on a serious mission. Like Indiana Jones……If Harrison Ford had looked so hard,then George Lucas films would have been 15 minutes short film.

Ofcourse,you all know what they are looking for. I didn't. Me the illiterate,technologically challenged mom. Poor kids. Can you imagine the embarrassment I cause them.

So,they,very  benovelently  explained,in the midst of their extremely busy and life defining purpose,after I bellowed…..

Me-SO WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TWO LOOKING FOR??????????????

Son no 1-Mom???!!!!!! POKEMON!!!!! 

Me-Oh,really I thought you'll were over that phase.

Son no 2-It's back mom!

Me-How old are you'll?

Rolling eyes!No answer! They are under the bed somewhere now.

Me-Deffinately 2 and 3.

Son no 1-Omg omg I got one!I got one!

Me-Who???What???Where????

Son no 2-No reply!starts walking with a purpose.

Me-Are you ignoring me?

Son no 2-Nono I'm going to the incubator.

Me-You were never in the incubator.you were a full term baby.as an after thought,I should have left you there,for some time,for further development.

Son no 1 to son no 2-You need CANDY! As LURE!

Me-No I am not going to bribe you to behave sane.

Son no 2-Mom don't you want us to move up to the GYM.

Me- Yes! I do! That's great,it's ideal for a sportsmen….But candy??As lure to go to the gym??? Really???

Son no 2-I need CP now!!!

Now he wants CPR??? And I haven't killed them yet!

Son no-(I don't which) (eyes I can't see,they have probably rolled at the back of his head)

Me-Is it a short form for CPU which I just got to know.

Son no-(one of the two!)I have to have it.

Me-Oh god can you stop wanting?!anyway What is CP??         CONNAUGHT PLACE?????
No reply!

Me- CAILASH PARBAT???

Now,they are walking away,really fast,ignoring me? 

Me-There goes their Continental  (breakfast) Plan.

Son no 2-No mom!

Me-What is CP I wonder for this excess CREATINE PHOSPHATE,in my CROSS PEDIGREE,I'm rapidly losing my CONTROL POSITION and am very tempted to turn their existing CREVICAL POSITION cauSING CEREBRAL PALSY and blame it on the CONTROLLED PLANETARY alignment if I get caught by the COMISSIONER OF POLICE. But after COMPLETELY POLISHING off all abbreviations for CP,I collapse in exhaustion like a COUCH POTATO.

But still,my curiosity  Gets better of me and I ask,yet again….

Me-"WHAT  THE HELL IS CP!!"

And they reply exasperated.(by now their eyes have fallen off the back of their head!!)

Sons in unison-COMBAT POINTS! mom!!!

Sons to each other- Lets just use our INCENSE!

Me-Hahahahahaha! Incense??? When was the last you showered?I could dust you.

Sons- We are just going to use our STARDUST to find PIKACHU!

Ok!!! That's it!!!I'm a CERTIFIED PSHYCO,and I'm going to PICHKAU YOU TWO!!!!!