We were on our way to pick up Elaine from her bakeshop Carla and Elaine's in Greenhills and as expected, traffic was slow that night.
Around 7ish, Dad was getting hungry and we soon discovered that hunger was one of the three things* (and counting) that triggered his hyperactivity and heightened talkativeness, or what my dihya would refer to as "second childhood."
*(1) Golf the next day. He couldn't even sleep due to his excitement. And it's not like he just started to play the sport. He's been a golfer for more than a decade.
(2) Spicy food. Proven by Kocco's Hot Tuna Bread.
(3) Hunger.
Because of the traffic, my ahya had to look for a different route so we could go home in time for dinner. My dihya suggested that he take a shortcut dad had taught him a few weeks ago.
Remembering that my dihya was skeptical of his shortcut before, dad goes: Ooohhhh!! Iyan yung tinuro ko sa iyo dati. Sabi mo hindi OK yung turo ko tapos ngayon tinuturo mo na kay Ahya. Tama ako noh? OK yung daan ko. Aminin mo. Tama yung tinuro ko. Aminin! Uuyyy aminiiiiin!!! (then putting on a girly voice) AMIIIINIIIIIII--- (he cuts himself off, distracted by the car shop named Mother's we just passed by).
2 seconds after,
Daddy, singing a John Lennon song, feel na feel: "MOOOTHERRRRR...."
Someone give this guy a sedative. HAHAHA.
