On their way from a shopping spree, a mother and her son looked so tired. Seeing an ice cream store, the son said to his Mom thirstily, “Will you please buy me a papsikol bar, Nay?”
“Popsicle, anak, not papsikol,” corrected the mother readily.
Sipping the last drop of his melting thirst quencher, a querry popped in his mind then. “Is “Ankol Ben visiting us this week-end, Nay?”
“Anak, I told you Uncle Ben, will you”? retorted the Mom starting to be irritant.
Trudging was probably a kilometer more away from home and the boy began to complain, “Nay, I’m so exhausted and sweating all over. Let’s ride in a traysikol!”
“You’re a damn fool! Can’t you remember my teaching? It’s tricycle, not traysikol.”
Then withoout any further hint, Mom grabbed the kid’s arm to the waiting cab so abrupt the poor little fellow was not able to evade bumping his forehead against the sturdy metal support of the carriage.
Growling and in pain, his hand soothing his swollen forehead, he sobbingly said, “See, Nay, I got a ‘bukel’.
(No offense meant.)
Yolanda C. Manlapaz
Union City, California
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