"Pataaka tripataaka ardhapataaka....", I chant.
"Pataakas tripataako, ...", my daughter corrects second time, as I learn the sloka from her.
"Amma, for once I get to eat your head for studies", she made a statement. After a little thought, "No, I torture you otherwise also. As you said, that is what daughters are meant for."
"Yes, please don't repeat the same ones. I will be bored. Find innovative ways each time to trouble me", I give her the rights. We laugh and continue learning.