We were supposed to attend Tatang’s 70th birthday party at Kumkoon Restaurant at night. Tatang is my Kumpareng T’s father. But Mama called and said that it was windy and still very cold outside. Blowing snow. She didn’t want to drive. Can we not go? She asked. Okay. Sayang! I was looking forward to having some Chinese food.
Ryland showed me words that he wrote in handwriting and he read them, too. I was surprised.
Mom: How did you learn to do that? (They haven’t learned it in school yet. He’s only in Grade 1.)
Ryland: I copied it from my agenda.
He’s a smart boy, this one.
Mom: I like your haircut, Ryland. You look handsome. You know what’s handsome? Pogi. You know, Lola calls you pogi.
Ryland: Yeah, I know.
He thought long on how to put it in words. I tried to help him.
Mom: Girls are beautiful and boys are handsome.
Ryland: Yeah, that.
Ryan and Ryland were wrestling each other on the sofa. Ryland got hurt. He showed me four fingernail marks on his left arm. Ryan pinched him. I reprimanded Ryan.