Coming from Nuvali and driving with poor headlight, we arrived home with me almost dead tired but with Marcus still full of energy — must be the donuts and Skittles he had. Riled up from his usual begging for attention I said something firm in straight Tagalog and his reply made me and wifey suppress a smile.

Me: …O, ayan Marcus ha, baka hindi mo pa maintindihan yan. Tagalog na yan!

Marcus: Tagawog? Daddy, what [is] that?


Mood: 3/10 Honks! (Anxious. We are going to Marcus’ 1st home.)