The Better Lover


After helping finish her homeworks, with arms outstretched in a big circle before hugging me tight, Johanna Banana lovingly said: "I love you this much Nanan*!!!"

The poesy in the air made me hug her back and whisper with all tenderness i could squeeze from my dissolving tiredness: "Well, I love you as many as the stars..."

Not to be outdone, Johanna thought for a bit and with sparkling eyes which I pray to remember infinitely, she chirped: "I love you as many as the numbers!"

I conceded defeat. (numero na gud inin, haha)

My 7-year-old is a better lover.

For lack of decent easy-grab shots, pardon this selfie.




















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*Filipino word for Mom is Nanay. Nanan is a variant, an idiosyncratic term of endearment/respect of same meaning.

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