| Current mood: |  jubilant |
| Current music: | One Moment in Time ~ WhitneyHouston |
My son's first trophy
Last Saturday Brus and Dan went to our kumpare's (brusko's godfather) daughter's first birthday party at McDonald's. Of coourse mom couldn't go because she had to go to work on weekends. The following day Sunday morning Brusko was telling so many stories on how much he had fun at the party. His godfather )the father of the celebrant) of course spoilt him to death again (since he is the favorite godson) and allowing him to be a brat in the party and getaway with it. Well, he just beat up the daylights out of Grimace with the consent of his ninong. He joined lots of games and he won lots of prizes. He having the height advantage of most kids was able to win most of the games. Even at school, during their basketball shooting sessions where in they have to fall in line he was the tallest and is always at the last of the line. He is the tallest and the youngest in his class. I watched one of their PE classes where they played basketball, I gotta hand it him (and let a mohter brag, ok? :P) he is a shooter. All field goal attempts where successful. It is like whhenever he throws the ball going to the basket in any fashion it goes in. Go anak, basketball can send you to college for free. :P It is too early for me to dream of professional basketball and elevating the whole family from poverty. Hahaha I am laughing at my exaggeration. Anyway, I need to go back to my story.
One particular game in McDonald's my son won
I was touched and hugged him so much and I told him how much I loved him. Dreaming at that very moment that this is my son's first tropy and in the future he will be bringing home medals and trophies and will be offering it to his old lady. Hay...Wake up! Anyway, the "trophy" sits on my PC monitor at work.
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