Alarmed by the appearance of white spots on our younger son's face and on both his elbows and knees, we took him to a dermatologist one Saturday morning. The doc's diagnosis was fungal infection.
Little man: (On our way home) Mom, I noticed something.
Me: What is it?
Little man: I think my skin doctor has fungi, too.
Me: Why did you say that?
Little man: Because I saw her scratching.
Me: Where?
Little man: Inside the pocket of her white jacket.
Me: (Amused) Oh, her pocket must have fungi. It was itching for our payment. Hi,hi.
Little man: I told you, she has fungi infection, too. (then belted out, ala Whitney Houston)
Fungiiiiiiiii... yay,yay..... will always love you...oh,oh....
I brought the kids inside the grocery store to buy some foodstuff. We were passing through an alley when Orvik stopped dead in his tracks and pointed to a big poster (an ad) with a photo of a pregnant woman holding a piece of bread and smiling at her daughter who was also holding a piece of bread and carressing her mom's tummy.
Orvik: (calling his brother's attention) Kuya, look at the woman. She's so fat. Her tummy is so big. Nasobrahan yata bread! (Too much bread, I suppose!)
Rovik: (LOL!) Ha,ha,ha.
Me: (containing my amusement) Oo nga noh? (Yes.) Maybe that's what happens when you eat too much bread.
(Boy, was I not in ready to explain the whys and wherefores of pregnancy inside a grocery store. That incident kept me and my older son chuckling for days.)
Orvik: Mom, Kuya is already berserk.
Me: Berserk? What do you mean by that?
Orvik: Berserk means crazy, Mom. In Tagalog and Bisaya, it's "buang."
Me: Oh. Where did you learn that word?
Orvik: From the iPad. In "Ayjoms"
Me: Ay-joms?
Orvik: Yes, Ayjoms. It's there.
Me: Oh, you mean idioms?
Orvik: Yes. There's a "berserk" warrior there.
Dad: (asking Orvik) If you believe in Jesus, what will happen to you?
Orvik: If we believe in Jesus, we will have internal life.
Dad: Internal life? What do you mean?
Orvik: Internal life - it means you will live forever.
Dad: Oh, you mean "eternal" life?
Orvik: Yes, it is a gift from God. But if you do not believe, do you know what you'll get?
Dad: What?
Orvik: "Infernal" life. You will be with demons.
Orvik, my six-year old son has renewed his interest in soldiers and in anything connected to soldiers. His incoherent 10-page "book" consists of soldiers' adventures.
Just this day over lunch, I caught father and son in a conversation on... You guess, soldiers, what else? Here are the snippets of the verbal tussle I overheard:
Dad: Do you really want to be a soldier? I don't want you to be one. I want you to be a doctor.
Orvik: No, I want to be a soldier. Soldiers can heal others too.
Dad: If he is a doctor-soldier, yes. But if not, he can't heal.
Orvik: Yes, he can. I saw it. The soldier used a tissue on another soldier's wound.
Dad: A tissue? You don't use a tissue on wounds. It will cause infection and the soldier will die. You just use a tissue when you poop.
Orvik: (whines) No!!! I saw it when I watched "Band of Brothers." A soldier used a tissue to heal the wound. You really need a tissue when you are a soldier! Do you want to see it?
Dad (clams up): uh,uh. Ok. You might be right. He probably just used it to stop the bleeding. So, if you want to be a soldier, what should you do?
Orvik: I told you, you should just bring a tissue paper. Then go to the camp. Then you WILL be a soldier already.
Conversation ends.
Now, I will never look at the tissue paper the same way, again.
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