I was ready to sleep through another night alone in the house last Saturday when I suddenly heard someone open the gate just when I was about to alight from my car. It was D!
"What are you doing here?", I asked as he ran into my arms.
"I'm eating dinner here!"
"Really? What are you having for dinner?"
"Whatever you're cooking."
Yay. Our helper was on leave. Good thing he had a weakness for hotdogs.
After dinner we decided to watch YouTube together. His mom warned me that he might try clicking on "non-kid-friendly cartoons" so I patiently guarded him while he browsed through some Lego stop-motion movies. He clicked on a set of videos (see website here), which I found funny. Some, however, weren't really for 8-year-olds. I told D to just choose those that had "clean" storylines (eg. no derogatory or cuss words).
"But, Tita Chrise, the videos are only funny when they have bad words in them!"
He had a point. I figured, he's quite mature anyway, so I might as well just "supervise" while watching with him. It was all ok until we came across one clip and he asked,
"Tita Chrise, what's 'crack'?"
"Uh...hey, let's go to Jollibee and get some sundaes first, ok?"
His face lighted up as I grabbed the car keys and drove with him to buy our close-to-midnight snacks.
Whew. He had more questions in the morning that I'd rather not post anymore, except for one reply to a nosy inquiry:
"Cool. You have an enemy!"
I love being an aunt to this boy. :)