Rama Recognizes

Rama seems to have a talent for placing faces. We were watching Hairspray. Soon after seeing Link in the movie, she says to me, "That gwapo guy is Troy." I checked the credits and true enough, it's Zac Efron.






















Here's another one. Watching Ella Enchanted, she notices that the evil Uncle Edgar is actually Wesley, the farmboy from Princess Bride. I asked her how she knew that, she just said, "The eyes."









She also correctly identified Maggie Smith in The Secret Garden as "the teacher of Harry Potter." Within the actor's first 10 seconds onscreen. It was a dark scene, too.













It always amazes me how she does this. She also asked why "Peter Pan was bakla" when she saw Robin Williams in Birdcage.

Perhaps the most incredible sighting she had was not really a sighting. The first time I popped Charlie's Angels into the DVD player for her, she recognized Cameron Diaz - as the voice of Princess Fiona. She was 4 years old then.

Dreams

Part of morning cuddles is recapping dreams from the night before.

Rama: I had a nightmare.

She proceeds to tell me about her witches and monsters and running away.

Me: I dreamt of shelves.
Rama: Kasi you're always computering.
Me: What?
Rama: You're always looking at shelves in the computer.

This was laugh-out-loud funny for me. I didn't realize that she notices the sites that I frequent. Amazing, too, how she made the connection between one's dreams and the stuff that we're into when awake.

Bon Appetit!

We were at the neighborhood trattoria today. My friend and I were laughing about how Rama was having a blast with the cheese. I guess what she was doing can only be called nagdidildil ng parmesan.

Rama: What's so funny?
Me: You look like you're having fun.
Rama: Yes, I'm having bon appetit!

To cap her meal, she had her favorite lemon gelato.

Me: How's your gelato?
Rama: Good. It's making me remember nice things. Like swimming. And slides.

She keeps on eating with eyes closed, remembering.

My friend pointed out that the mark of a real foodie was the ability to associate certain foods with distinct memories.

Rama has that. Plus a sharp nose. Many times, she would pipe in with commentary on scents from our kitchen.

I smell coffee.
I smell suka.
I smell wine.

From Where All Good Things Come

One of the things I got Rama over the holidays was a cape with a hood. A fur-lined hood. In pink. It's fab and all. But that's not the point.

I bought this cape online. It got delivered to our building. When you have a parcel that won't fit in the mailbox, concierge slips you a note telling you to pick up your package at the lobby desk. So Rama and I got home one evening. I saw the note and asked the guard to bring out our package. So he handed it to us, and Rama and I went up to our flat and opened it. She loved it, of course.

She's been wearing it and getting all sorts of compliments for it. I overheard this.

Adult: That's a beautiful cape, Rama!
Rama: Thank you.
Adult: Was that a gift?
Rama: Yes.
Adult: Oh, lovely! From whom?
Rama: The guard.

Whatmeworry?

Rama goading Adult to join us at the jacuzzi.

Rama: It's nice in the jacuzzi, c'mon!
Adult: I'm so busog.
Rama: If you go into the jacuzzi, you'll forget you're busog!

...

Rama: ... After the jacuzzi, we can go into the cold pool.
Adult: Oh, but it's gonna be freezing cold. I might get sick (or something to that effect)
Rama: You can go into the hot and then cold...
Adult: So, I don't have to worry?
Rama: You can worry if you want to.