Letter #3: Your Mishaps

"Judge not that you not be judged."

-Matthew 7:1-

Dear Sherwin, 

I woke up today with Mommy angry about you completely resetting her IPad. It turns out, you deleted everything in it. No more games, pictures, and all the other great stuff that was there. I don't blame you because you're still a child who's not fully aware of your actions. 

Also, we went to Trinoma today and you looked so adorable in your almost batman costume which consisted of a shirt and shorts. Mommy fussed about you and you have a lot of pictures in the camera. There was one which made you look a bit like Mickey Mouse. The point is, you were so cute. Seriously, it would seem like you're the whole package for a little brother. 

Do you know that you talk as much as an average woman does? Maybe even more. I swear, you could've uttered more than thirty words per minutes. Honestly, it would seem like it drove Mom to a minor headache. She's quite in a delicate-like condition nowadays. The term I'm looking for is moody. But she might have her reasons. I blame it on the diet she's in. Lack of food easily blackens the mood. I would know. She's forced me on one before.

During the duration we spent on the mall, you ate hotdog and bread from Breadtalk and played in Time Zone. I didn't see most of the games you played but I did see your last game. It was a mini basketball game where you have too shoot as much baskets as you can. According to Dad, you maxed out your game card in that particular game which resulted to the game itself going bonkers and giving you an unlimited time in basket shooting. It was great seeing you have so much fun throwing those basketballs. But you nearly gave me a heart attack when you threw a ball and it nearly bounced to hit you. Luckily, it just passed you. So I had to be beside you during your game. When we had to go, you held one of your famous tantrums which made Mom mad at you on the way to the care.

If you could just see yourself, you knew for sure that you deserve an Oscar's Award. I, for one, would've given you three (since you're three years old).

Arriving home, you wore Ahia's new basketball shoes which matched the color of your clothes. Achi and I took a pic of you, for memories's sake. Then you were bargained with yogurt so that you would allow your picture to be taken properly. I applaud at your manipulations. 

Also, you annoyed Mom so much that's why you were permitted to eat cereal at night. You enjoyed it a lot especially when you had hot chocolate with us (me, Ahia, & Achi) after the cereal. It was a good day. A really good day.

In total, you held more than three tantrums today. I only mentioned the one which was the most loudest. One day I'll tell you about it.

Right now, you're sleeping and dreaming. So while I'm at it, advance good morning, Shots. 

More than my life,

Dichi