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!
