“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!
