Mikee is my 7-year-old nephew. We're not really related but because his mom, Ate Tin, and I have known each other ever since I was around 9 or 10, we're all pretty much family already.
After the fashion show last Saturday (which was a great success, by the way), my friend swung by for me in Shangri-la and we headed to Mikee's Birthday party. Party ended at around 9. Was in Ate Tin's room trying to take a nap when I started talking to Mikee, who is very much capable of carrying an adult conversation.
Me: Hey Mikee, do you have a new girlfriend?
Mikee: Not really.
Me: What do you mean, not really?
Mikee: I'm not sure she likes me.
Me: Who's the new girl?
Mikee: Christina. She's real pretty.
Me: How come you're not sure she likes you? Did you ask her?
Mikee: Yes I did. She said, "Maybe".
Me: O...see? Maybe is better than No.
Later on....
Me: Mikee, guess what? Tita Bunny doesn't have a boyfriend anymore. You wanna help me look for one?
Mikee: uhmmm...okay.
Me: Do you have a cute male teacher who's not married and who doesn't have a girlfriend?
Mikee: Yes, Mr. Navarro.
Me: You wanna tell Mr. Navarro that you have a pretty tita who he can date?
Mikee: I could...but I don't think you're Mr. Navarro's type.
Me: Why do you say that?
Mikee: *points to my scar* Coz you have that in your forehead. He doesn't like girls with scars.
Me: But I got this when I was still a kid! I'm sure he won't mind.
Mikee: But Mr. Navarro doesn't like girls with pimples. And you have one right now.
Me: It's just one pimple that's about to go away. I'm going through a break-out cycle right now.
Mikee: Naaaahhh. He doesn't like girls with long hair.
Me: I'll cut my hair then. I've been wanting to cut it, anyway.
Mikee: Uhmm...he doesn't like girls with dimples, Tita Bunny.
Me: But dimples are cute. What does Mr.Navarro look like anyway?
Mikee: He has red dots on his face.
Me: Eeewwww...i don't like him anymore.
Mikee: I can set you up with our principal.
Me: Isn't your principal a priest?
Mikee: *laughs* How about our assistant principal? He's got blond hair and blue eyes.
Me: Hay naku, you're making this up na lang eh. Don't you want to find me a nice boyfriend?
Mikee: You know Tita Bunny, you should just wait.
And Mikee goes back to playing with his cousins. And I hug him tight and shower his face with kisses.
And I think to myself, "This kid is sooo right."
Bunny @ Monday, October 04, 2004
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
