Utterly famished, I went straight to the kitchen swearing that I would gorge on the first food that I would see. I rummaged through the refrigerator and found a pack of jumbo Tender Juicy hotdogs. I grabbed a pan, greased it, and cooked the lovely hotdogs sending a greatly delightful smell up to my room where my 3-year old nephew was staying. Soon after, I heard my nephew’s footsteps as he ran down the stairs. “Tito, are those my hotdogs?” He asked. “Yes.” “You’re bad. You didn’t tell me you would cook my hotdogs. Those are mine. I hate you.…
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The Promil Kid Drops the Bomb
Of all the living things created by God, I love my nephew the most. I call him the Promil Kid. He’s the cutest thing. I’ve always written about him and he has won the love of the people around me even before they met him. I’m starting to think he could be my mascot for this blog. Something like Dexter. 😛 Someday when he’s old enough to discover this blog, he’ll insist he get paid for every entry I wrote about him. Darn, that’d be costly! We fight over a bar of snickers. I reprimanded him for calling a salesman…
Let’s Talk Pink
Everybody keeps noticing my light pink earphones lately. And they’ve been tormenting me, telling me so blatantly how GAY it is of me to actually own them. Well, I AM gay. So, what’s their problem?! I don’t get it. # # # Last weekend I was with two of my close friends. When Girl (obviously, name changed to protect our friendship, hehe) showed up, my initial reaction was look at Boy. His face was just as sour as mine. We then smiled, almost laughing. It’s because of Girl’s get-up. Girl was wearing a violent pink top and a sky blue skirt. So when Girl went to…
The Promil Kid and the Hideous Word
I didn’t realize how obsessed my 3-year old nephew had become with Cartoon Network (particularly Dexter’s Laboratory) until I entered MY room one morning. And there he was, sitting on the floor, smashing a scientific calculator on the wall, thinking he could fix it afterwards. When I opened the door, he turned to me and angrily hollered: “Tito (uncle), get out of my laboratory!!!” This is bad, I thought. He thinks he’s Dexter and this is his laboratory. I knew I had to do something about it. So I looked at him and bellowed, “Excuse me, kid! This is MY…
Never Mess With Kids (Especially Promil Kids)
WHO’S TO BLAME? This happened more than a year ago, you can see the original post here. I was with my then 2-year old nephew in my mum’s room when I accidentally broke the lamp on the side table. Of course, the only witness was my dear nephew. So I decided to talk to him. Yoshke: When they ask you who broke that, you say MIMI (name of his cat). Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Yaya (the maid) forgot to close the door so Mimi entered, sat on the side table, and broke the lamp. Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Who entered…