Monday, March 31, 2008


On Sunday, Rama and Miriam made a mess. Which I only discovered after Miriam had left. I was shocked to see the bathroom sink (and mirror and and floor and tub) splattered with paint. Water-based, so it's really OK. But I was just really shocked that these two sweet little girls could wreak such havoc. I proceeded to clean up, Rama standing by my side. I wasn't even aware I was doing it, until Rama called my attention:

Rama: Why are you saying "Jesus" over and over again?
Me, winging it, again: Because I'm calling on god to help me clean this mess.
Rama: Oh.

Monday morning rush. I was helping Rama get dressed - into too-small pants. Turns out I was muttering again.

Rama, under her breath: Jesus, please help my mom pull up my zipper.


The Knittymommy said...

That was funny! Buti nga ikaw, yun lang ang sinasabi mo. I will really have to watch my mouth around the kids.

P said...

Hi, Knitty! Sometimes (no, often) I slip, too. :-) And she calls me on it.

Bambi said...


I have been in and out of your blog since I don't know when... and I have soooo much to catch up on na! Simply adore your little girl - and I misssssssss you terribly reading all about her and your escapades with her.

Someday, someday, someday - I'll see you in Toronto. :-)

Love ya,
B. :-)

ChichaJo said...

This is the same prayer I use when putting on my own pants.

P said...

Hey, Bambs! Great to hear from you. :-) Miss you, too.

Joey, you nailed it! You are too funny.

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