Today was one of those perfect Sundays where we could just stay home (nothing to do until my concert at night with Rino), basically stay in bed the whole day, while sunlight streamed thru the windows and the curtains gently flapped in the breeze. Haha. So we had brunch at the neighborhood McDo (and Boots was endlessly fascinated with how big a Big Mac is), Ches surfed for Baguio hotels (bcoz Pops all of a sudden wanted to go next weekend for Panagbenga), I emotional-blackmailed Randy into meeting up, fixed a gimmick with the PMS kids, bugged Babette to go with me to India (fat chance – she’s been there and absolutely hated it), and emailed Kaye (The Girl Who Does Her Laundry In Tory Burch).
Sundays like this are made ever more perfect when my kids showcase Their Very Best.
I fix Bootsie’s school bag and find a strange-looking handkerchief in it. (Yes, in my utter OC-ness, I know every single piece of clothing and books and toys my kids have.)
Me: Bootsie, who owns this hankie? Why is it in your bag?
Bootsie: I don’t know. Basta na lang napunta sa bag ko.
Wow. It’s The Magic Self-Crawling Handkerchief, no less.
Yoshi: When I grow up, I want to be an actor, director, singer, or scientist.
Bootsie: When I grow up, I want to be a dinosaur, limousine, or Big Mac!
HAHAHA. Winner Boots.
Yoshi asks me how come some people who work hard earn less than people who don’t work hard at all. I ask him to explain and he gives as an example the security guards who have to stay up all night and guard buildings against criminals, but they don’t really earn a lot of money.
Me: And who are the people who don’t work hard but earn a lot?
Yoshi (deadpan but all serious): You.
GRRR. I should’ve known. I never, ever learn.
So I defend myself and tell him I work hard, too, and in fact I get stressed all the time at work so some nights I don’t have the strength to tutor him anymore and just leave it all to Daddy. He demands to know how come I don’t go to court like the lawyers on TV. So I explain the difference among a litigation lawyer like Tito Donemark, a labor lawyer like Tito Jon, and a corporate lawyer like moi.
He stares at me intently and I momentarily delude myself into thinking he’s trying to decide which legal practice he wants to specialize in.
Until he says: Mommy, you have a mustache.
Me (back to earth with a jarring thud): What? It’s probably from the milk tea I just had.
Yoshi (eyes eternally rolling): No, Mom. Dati ka pa talaga may mustache.
~!@#$%^&*!
