Although I have gone back to work at the office, I still prepare breakfast for my three boys. Even with my limited time in the morning, I try to have something warm for them to eat. They like rice and eggs and so they have that every other day, and in between, they either have pancakes, waffles, instant noodle soup or sometimes just cereal.
The other night, I was asking my 14-year-old son what he wanted for breakfast in the morning. I noticed that lately, he didn’t want rice and egg anymore. He also didn’t like the instant noodle soup that morning because it had been sitting for about 15 minutes when I called him down for breakfast. He wanted it just out of the stove, while it’s still piping hot and before the noodles had gotten fatter. But I was running late that morning and I wanted to finish what I had to do in the kitchen before I went upstairs to blow dry my hair and get dressed for work.
Me: So what do you want for breakfast then?
Him: Cereal. (In his usual irreverent tone.)
Me: Hmph. Bahala ka.
Him: Bahalaka. What does bahalaka mean? (He said it like it’s just one word.🙂 )
Me: You’re on your own. Whatever you want to eat.
Him: Why do Filipino words always have h, l, k? It’s hard to say. And there’s always ka. Boo-lak-lak. What does that mean?
Me: Oh, you mean my beautiful flowers?
Him: Why do you even buy flowers? They just die anyway. (Ouch)
Me: To make the house look beautiful.
Him: We don’t even see them here inside.
Me: Well, so the people outside can see them.
Yeah. It’s getting colder here in Winnipeg and my beautiful flowers (bulaklak) are starting to die. He does have a point though. I spend money on those flowers every summer. They’re only good for about three to four months and then they start to wither and die around this time of the year.