SuperHeroes

Super Heroes


I was reviewing my son his lesson on the National Symbols...

me : our national flower?

boy : sampaguita!

me: good! our national bird?

boy : umm..

me : the Philippine ...

boy : eagle! (yup, not the maya we studied in our childhood)

I knew both of us were watching too many Justice League when he excitedly exclaimed...

boy : Mommy, you know what? our country even has a national super hero!

me : Really?!?
(A super hero? Am I out of date now? who is our super hero? Ang Panday? Captain Barbel?...)

boy : Yeah, a doctor J something...

me : ( I really laughed out loud) Oh! he's not a super hero. just our national hero - Dr Jose Rizal!

Medium Smart

Medium Smart


I was giving the boy some math worksheets to answer. He doesn’t really like to answer the worksheets anymore. He claims he knows how to add and subtract already. I told him he has to practice some more so that he can be better at it.

He answered, “But mommy, I don’t want to be super smart. Medium smart is already okay. And I am already past medium smart!”

His Greatest Dream

His Greatest Dream


I was helping my son answer an autograph book one day…

Boy : name…

Me : (He read it and answered by himself! Very good…)

Boy : (slowly) nick…name. Mommy, what’s a nickname?

Me : That’s the name everybody calls you.

Boy : But my name and nickname is the same, do I have to write it twice?

Me : yes, for some other people, it’s not the same, so they ask that question.

Boy : (continuing to read slowly and answer… address, birthday, likes, dislikes and so
on)hmmm… greatest dream… but I don’t remember my dreams…

Me : No, not your dreams at night. it means, what do you want to be when you grow up.

Boy : hmmm… (thinking really hard and for a long time)

Boy : I want to be a billionaire!

Me : Umm, don’t you have any other higher goals?
(I was thinking of other lofty aspirations like having solid career or a loving
family…)

Boy : I got it! I want to be a trillionnaire!!!

Rapids?

We were preparing to go to Pagsanjan Falls in Laguna. And as I always do before a trip, I would start to incorporate lessons like teaching them about waterfalls, telling them we are going to ride a banca upstream, about the safety precautions and so on…

I realized my 5-year-old son did not get the lesson when…

Me : (Sounding excited) Well, now, are you prepared to shoot the rapids?

Son : I don’t want to go to the Waterfalls anymore.

Me : (Incredulous) WHY?!

Son : (Sounding very unhappy indeed) Because I don’t want to shoot the rabbits.
They’re so cute and cuddly… Why are we going to shoot them?...

Grandmommy

During one of those after-dinner family night reading time, the little boy was chattering away beside me. I wasn’t paying much attention to him as I was so engrossed in my book. Then I heard him ask a question.

Boy: ma, what was grandmommy’s name when she was a little girl?

Me: (not taking my eyes off the book) her name is the same, a person’s name doesn’t change. You’re Jason now, you will still be Jason when you grow up.

Boy: huh? You mean, grandmommy was called grandmommy when she was a little girl?

My Kids At a Wedding 2.12.2006

my pretty Justine



my dashing Jason

My Kids' Baby Pictures

Justine at One (1997)


Jason at One (2001)

2 + 2 = 4

It was the week of long tests, where we had to review the school lessons for the past 2 or more months, the kids had to answer the sample test questions I made, and finally, had to hurdle their own tests in schools. When at last Friday came, we were all ready for rest and bonding. But we had “Marriage Keepers” Bible Study that night.

Hubby and I decided to bring the kids along. They could play around while we adults have fellowship. Besides, we would not be doing our regular Bible study that night because we had a visiting pastor who conducted a ‘Marriage Satisfaction Survey’ for his dissertation work.

As the pastor was distributing his questionnaires, he mentioned, “no cheating between couples, the ladies may remain seated here and the men please transfer to the sofa.” (Located on the other side of the room). I think we were not supposed to know what and how our spouses will answer. So, there was a lot of movements, chatting, comments, jokes all these time.

“If this is a Bible Study, why are you not studying your Bible?” my son loudly asked nobody in particular. Everybody laughed.

He stood beside where I was seated, looking at the survey questionnaire I have in my hand, “Do you have long test too?” Well, sort of. How do you explain a survey to a 5-year old boy?

The survey contains questions like I am supposed to rate the quality of our relationship, or how often we date, how often we laugh together and other detailed questions. So, it’s either we put down the number 1-5 rating or we encircle a number from 1-10 (1 lowest occurring, 10 most often occurring). It was several pages long!

After intently studying my ‘test paper’ for a long time, my son cupped his hand over his mouth and conspiratorially whispered to me, “mommy, remember, 2 + 2 = 4.” Then ran away! I laughed out so loud. The survey must have looked like a math test to him!