It didn't bode well. To start with, there was a pre-Diwali tummy upset scare that was reminiscent of last year. And then on the day itself, the brat awoke from his afternoon nap in an utterly foul mood and had a nuclear meltdown when he was told he had to change out of his ratty t-shirt and faded track pants. But things looked up once he had been forcible spruced up - Ayaan got infected with the Diwali spirit and became an active participant.
At first, he adopted a bystander stance while the rest of us performing monkeys lit firecrackers for his majety's viewing pleasure. But then he was coaxed into lighting some sparklers and then applying them to snake pellets.
At the puja, he took centrestage and with some fond encourangement from his grandmother, became the pandit in residence. He was in charge of annointing all the various gods and goddesses and us with a tilak and some rice. And then my mom told him to use the betel leaf to sprinkle water on the gods and that was all he did for the rest of the puja ensuring that every surface within splashable distance. But fun was had by all.