Us three, seated around the dinner table:
“Why are you sniffing?” Jaycelle asked Bryce.
“Because I cried,” said Bryce pouting.
“I like to eat Tiger but Daddy do not give me.”
Oh, the simpleness of why tears would fall.
Just last night we have concluded the Harry Potter film series (we skipped The Chamber of Secrets, though). Personally, two of the saddest moments in The Deathly Hallows – Part 1 were the following:
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We’re about to apply for an ID in our community and that includes Bryce. Before signing his name, I told him not to doodle because filling up the application form is a serious matter. As soon as the pen hit the paper, he wrote his favorite letters, “I O L”.
I took the paper from him and reminded him to sign his name instead of doodling. He apologized and I gave the paper back. It’s amazing how he learned how to write his name mostly on his own.
I went out to the grocery, leaving Bryce with a cupcake muffin and fresh milk for breakfast. I said I was just going to throw out the trash—because otherwise, he will insist on going with me to pasyal.
While buying the necessities (Spam for breakfast for Jaycelle), I received an audio message in Messenger from Bryce.
It’s the Farty Boy song!
I got back to the house, with him on the couch tinkering with the iPhone. He said, “I like another muffin.”
Daddy’s a phucking boi!
Bryce came up to Jaycelle who was at the kitchen finishing up the dirty dishes I left last night.
Jaycelle was astounded and repeated it to me in a reporting tone. I was in the bedroom hurriedly dressing up for my ten-thirty daily stand-up meeting.
Bryce said it in the first place because I told him that I couldn’t play blocks with him even for ten minutes as I was rushing. He couldn’t accept it maybe because previously, before going to work, we played.
I asked Bryce why I became a “phucking boi”. “Because you’re giving me a hard time,” he said with a crumpled forehead and puckered lips.
“We’ll play later when I get back at lunch,” I promised him.
“Don’t say ‘phucking’ or ‘stupend’ because those are bad words to say, ok?” I reminded him.
I went to the kitchen—Jaycelle and I silently burst into worried laughter. She said that from now on, we should only watch Koreanovelas.
Aish!
Aaahhh! My famous hair!
Bryce shouted after I tried combing his hair differently than he did earlier. I was trying to part his hair in the middle and he combed it back where the parting was on the side.
Right after waking up and doing our morning routine—peeing and drinking non-cold water, Bryce asked what day was today. I said, “Friday” and I was going to work. He asked if he could join me.
I thought for a while and imagined Jaycelle being very happy knowing that she had Valentine’s day all to herself. It was the case because all week they have been together and getting into each other’s nerves already.
Time for a timeout, I guess. Besides, it’s been a while since Bryce went to the office.
We had lunch at the 7th floor canteen. As usual, Bryce took his time finishing his food. Afterwards, I collected the empty plates and utensils to put out to the kitchen. I told Bryce to wait and I would be back. But he stood up and said:
Wait, I’m going because you’re my idol. Idol means you follow.
Wow. This little guys is absorbing so much vocabulary from us.
My whole life…
Bryce says every night
I asked Bryce what does “your whole life” mean. He said:
When you’re grateful, your life continue. When you’re not, it’s the end.
Since the volcanic activity of Taal last Sunday, it’s been almost a week and thankfully, the air has been clearing up of ashfalls. Nevertheless, the playgroup of teacher Cheena was held indoors in the function room.
The activity for the day was about the orange fruit—squeezing the juice and drinking it. Afterwards, the juice was also used to put flavoring to the orange-colored clay.
