Hair's Another One

Bela insisted on wearing this to school this afternoon. Apparently she misplaced her hair clips.

And so she did. And now we can't hang our laundry to dry.

Best in Costume

"So which costume did you like best?" I asked my six year old son when he got home from school.

To commemorate the 150th birthday of our national hero, Jose Rizal, Gabi and the entire elementary school were asked to come dressed in clothes typical of late 19th century Philippine society.

Gabi came in a white camisa, khaki pants and slippers: our take of the clothing common folk wore at that time.

Others came in plain white shirts with red bandanas round their necks and straw hats on their heads: the gear of the revolutionary Katipuneros.

Some even came in barong tagalogs and Maria Clara gowns, traditional formal attires.

"My favorite was the boy who wore black pants, jacket, hat and shoes and white shirt and socks." Gabi answered. "He looked so cool!"

"And who was that boy supposed to be dressed like?" I asked, trying to test my son's knowledge of Jose Rizal.

"Duh, Papa!" Gabi stared at his seemingly clueless father. "Michael Jackson, of course!"

Wrong hero, my son.

Like Father, Like Son

While watching a replay of Game 6 of the NBA Finals, Gabi suddenly smiled.

"Do you know who the leader of the Heat is, Papa?"

"Who, Gabi?" I asked, knowing that there was a joke on its way.

"The guy with number 1 on his shirt, Chris Bosh," he answered. "And do you know why?"

"Because he's number one!" I said, confident of getting the joke.

"Sorry, wrong! He's the leader cause he's the boss! Hahaha. Get it, Papa? The boss!"

"Hahaha! That's funny, my son." And we both laughed our hearts out.

What I really found funny though was that apparently, my son inherited my kind of humor!

Hmm, I wonder though if my wife will also find this whole episode amusing.