Last Wednesday night before I left the house, my son was playing with his building blocks. Blocks were scattered all over the floor. I heard Dear Hubby always reminded him to fix up his toys or he'll step on them and might cause accident. Busy playing and at full attention on his toys, he didn't care to move or follow what his dad told him to do. Still, Dear Hubby kept on saying " Anak, mga laruan mo ayusin please..." as politely as ever. Dear Hubby's nature is always to speak diplomatically. He always believes that lahat ng tao (o bagay) ay nadadaan sa magandang usapan. He's not an Ilonggo, he's from Cavite actually. In this case, I didn't intervene (or I'll be late for work.). I just allowed Dear Hubby to do his way.
Yesterday, I asked Dear Hubby how was our son that night. "Niligpit naman niya mga laruan niya." That was nice. However, I thought that was the end of the story "Pero nakasimangot, pinagsabihan ko nga." Dear Hubby explained the philosophical concept of causality or other words, cause and effect. " Anak kapag makalat kang naglalaro, yang mga toys mo pwede mo maapakan. Kapag naapakan mo, pwede masugat paa mo at pwede ka matumba. Kapag natumba ka baka tumama ulo mo sa sofa. Kapag tumama ulo mo sa sofa, maaring pumutok ulo mo. Kapag pumutok ulo mo, sobrang masakit yan at pwede kang himatayin. Kapag nahimatay ka, dadalhin kita sa hospital. Kapag sa hospital baka sabihin ng doctor doon ka na lang muna ng ilang araw para matignang mabuti. Kapag nag-stay ka doon ng matagal, maraming araw kang hindi makakapasok. Kapag absent ka, marami kang mamimiss na lessons at games with your friends. Kapag marami kang hindi na alam na lesson, maaaring hindi ka maka-graduate ng kinder. Kapag hindi ka makaka-graduate ng kinder, (to cut short the longest litany I've ever heard) baka hindi mo na matupad dream mong maging scientist. Ngayon baket may gana ka pang sumimangot sakin? Ikaw lang naman inaalala ko." Wow! Dear Hubby can be part of Star Circle of Mr. M. He got the dramatic skills, suited for the best actor role.
As told by Dear Hubby, our son was quiet the whole time. Maybe contemplating on these possible scenarios. When it was bedtime, there was still silence. Then Dear Hubby received this text message:
Our son is using my old Nokia phone. We installed it with educational apps but he is instructed not to bring it at school. He will only use it when we're around.
His attempt to spell correctly the word sorry was something, but his sincerity to ask for forgiveness was more than enough.
Love does not keep a record of wrongs. - 1 Corinthians 13: 5
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