He’s trying to get away
It was already 7:00 p.m. I was tired and hungry and getting impatient. I’ve been telling the kids to get away from the computers and NDS game so that we could all eat supper. As usual, my middle guy was the last one to come to the kitchen.
Me: Ryan, tigilan mo na ‘yan at kakain na tayo.
Ryan: But, mommy, I don’t understand what you’re saying.
Me: What do you mean you don’t understand? Tigilan. Tigil. Stop. Stop that now. It’s time to eat.
Later on at the dinner table when we were done eating …
Me: Sino’ng maghuhugas ng pinggan?
Ryland (the youngest one): Hmmn. Let me check.
He went to see our chores list on the fridge door.
Ryland: It’s Kuya Ryan.
Ryan: Urgh! I already know that.
Me: Ilagay mo na yang pinggan mo sa lababo.
Ryan: I know. Just wait.
Me: Then how come you understand that sentence? But when I told you earlier “tigilan mo na ‘yan” you said you didn’t understand me?
Ryland: He’s just trying to get away.
Me: Exactly my point.
Ryan now has this big grin on his face.