Frn. That’s how my 5-year-old nephew spells my name. He hasn’t yet understood the concept of vowels. When I was his age, his mother (my sister), fed me lunch, told me stories, and taught me the alphabet. In return, I borrowed, without permission of course, the contents of her Oxford instrument box. Gave her a nice surprise during Maths period, I’m sure. I also poured my thoughts (read : scribbled from end to end without taking the pencil off the paper, hence forming a seamless and abstract work of art) in her record book. I’m making up to her by taking care of her two boys. The 5yo that I mentioned earlier and another one who’s turning 3 this week. They keep me busy every minute of every day they’re at my place. Fair warning : I am obsessed with my three nephews(there’s another one that I haven’t mentioned here) […]
What took me so long to click a few clicks on wordpress? Better late than never? NO. I’m paying the price by having to name my blog with an extra letter. Damn. Maybe next time I’ll have something interesting to talk about.