…a kid who (1) listens, and (2) doesn’t let me get away with stuff. And also puts baskets back.
A and I are at our local Daiso and he’s running around, laughing, talking loudly, and putting all sorts of things in our shopping basket. At some point, I go into lecture mode. “You know,” I say, “we should only buy things that we need.”
A few minutes later, I spot miniature drawers, which I’ve been looking for forever. “Ohhh!” I squeal. “I’ll get one of these!”
“Nanay?” A pipes up. “Do you really need that?”
Later at the counter, he’s still talking and talking, and the cashier is clearly amused. After she finishes scanning our items, A takes the basket from the counter (unprompted) and puts it back on the pile by the door.
The cashier exclaims, “Ka buotan!” and, when he comes back, says, “Salamat, baby.”
A protests, “I’m not a baby!”
The cashier beams. “I knew you were going to say that.”
- Nanay – Mom
- Ka buotan! – What a good boy!
- Salamat – Thank you