“Mama? How nice do you think did I color this drawing?”
“A thousand”, I answered back as I know she likes to be rated in numbers.
“Papa? How nice do you think did I do?”
“10.”, her Papa answered without taking his eyes away from what he was reading.
“10? Why only 10? That is so few!”
“Yes baby. But 10 is the highest number for my rating. I rate from 1 to 10 and 10 is the highest.”, her Papa diligently replied.
“But why only 10??!”
“Sweety! Can you please help me explain to her why 10 is the highest?”, my husband turned to me.
“Baby? Papa gave you a score of 10 because that is the highest number for him. It means Perfect! 10 Stars!”, I tried to explain to my daughter.
“But why only 10?!! Why did you give me a thousand? That is even more. Why not more than 10?”, she asked me again.
“I don’t know. Ask your Papa.” – giving his responsibility back to my husband.
Thank you for being the awesome, generous, not-so-patient at times, perfect and not-so-perfect altogether, strict, strong, super loving and superhero to our daughter’s eyes Papa of Zoë ❤️
You are loved so much by us.
Happy Father’s Day, Papa Armand ❤
He said: “You know what’s funny? You say Rambo is your favorite movie. You know how many Asians they killed in this movie? It’s like you hate Asians more than me!”
I said: “I hate white people.” (Looking bored and dumb)
He replied: “That’s why you married me. So you can bully me the rest of my life.”
Reader’s discretion: My husband and I are against racism.
Yes, life is at it’s best because I have you in my life!I could not have asked for a better sister.
You are perfect in every way.
Thank you for being selfless and for having a kind and generous soul.
You are a blessing to everybody surrounding you.
You make life better for people you love, those who love you and those who need to be loved.
I am sorry for all my shortcomings and for being so far away.
You are a superhero.
You are a far better person than your Ate MaeMae. (Oh wait! That’s me).
You are truly an Angel. I thank God you are my sister.
Our Angeline! (I am happy that your niece and Godchild carries your name).
I love you Ging! Happy Birthday! 🎉🎊🎈🎂🎁
(I don’t know how but I wish that you enjoy your birthday today)
While reading to Zoë and asking her what word/s the letter/s in the book stands for.
Papa: “F is voor?” (Pointing to a bottle that resembles a jar).
Her: “Potje?” (Small jar)
Papa: “No Zoë. F. Letter F.”
She is really my daughter! Crazy!
(F is for “fles” in Dutch. A bottle).
Looking at all of you from this height,
You bore me. Sigh.
Humans. And cats.