The Chocolate In Us
Last Sunday, we went to my cousin Susan’s place. We ordered pizza and Chinese food for lunch. No one cooked cause we just showed up there. That’s what I like with just popping out, no troubles made.
We went to the bar after and the grown ups ordered cappuccinos. A hot chocolate drink for Lukie and ‘tropicale’ juice for his father.
The kid’s drink looks enticingly good, I stirred it for Lukie and had a taste. It was thick, hot, not too sweet and well, chocolate is chocolate, you know.
Then I took some into my cappuccino and my cousin said, “ako nga rin”(me too). Since it was hot, Lukie’s father spoons, blows and tastes it before putting it into his son’s mouth(that’s my 5 year old son, still spoon feeding when we’re around).
The three grown ups(me, Boogie and Manang Susan) were taking turns baby feeding my son while test tasting it at times. Poor Lukie, maybe he only had half of it.
We should have ordered this divine, dark devilish drink. But, every one’s cutting off sweets (really). Yeah right!
Manang Susan patiently gave the last spoons to my son then said, “No more Lukie (while scraping and shoving what’s left of the choco into her mouth), this is for Auntie!” Then we all chorused into a loud laugh.
