Sunday afternoon was a dance party downtown. In one of the adult clubs that this kids-events' group hijacked and turned into a kids' venue. (They tried). Dark interiors, crowded halls, funny strobes, costumes, loud music - I was too old, the kids were too young, something wasn't working. Anyway, my friend and I ducked out to a nearby Starbucks for some peace and quiet. This starbucks was in a bookstore. It got Rama confused a bit - every Sunday, we meet her dad at a bookstore. So she asked, Is my dad here? I said, No, we're seeing him later. This just looks like the usual place, but it's not. This got Rama talking about her dad. "Whenever I see my Dad, I get a prize. Yes. Because he loves me very much and we have lots of money."
Cringe.
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Poch, I'm glad I found a way to contact you. Find me, too, at papamd98@aol.com. Rama is way bigger now. How are you... Anna V. (Maria)
I get this from the kids all the time. Are we showering them too much?
hey, anna. great to hear from you. will email you shortly.
Hey, knitty. It's not as if she has a lot of stuff, especially compared to the other kids we know whose rooms and basements are simply overflowing. And I always tell her when something is too expensive and she accepts that. I guess I'll just have to take comfort in the fact that she feels secure and provided for. I really just didn't see it coming because I don't make a big deal of what we have. Haaay. It doesn't feel right naman to deprive them, just so they can appreciate what they have. And she is appreciative naman. It's just weird to hear her talk that way. Oh well. What do your kids say?
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