It's one of those weekends when Kiara and I get to do a little bonding since it's just the two of us. And everytime I'd ask her where to eat, she'd blurt out Pepper Lunch. For the probable reason that every time we pass it's always so tempting to eat even when you're not that hungry.
She had beef and I had chicken. Our stomachs were growling with hunger but we had to fall in line and wait for our turn to order. So when we were seated, there was no room for complaints, just patience.
Kiara: Mom, Christmas is near and I've been thinking so hard about what to ask from Santa.
Janiz: What do you have in mind?
Kiara:I was thinking maybe a DS, or an organ.
Janiz: DS and organ? So what do you want me to get you this Christmas?
Kiara: That's where the confusion starts. Which is more expensive, the DS or the organ?
Janiz: I've checked the organ, it's pretty hefty dear.
Kiara: Settled then, can I ask a DS from you? And for Santa maybe the organ I was telling you about. Geez, I need to come up with something else that Santa can get me, like those expensive stuffs. Santa's rich, he can afford it as long as I deserve it, right?
Janiz: Riiiiiiight. *gulp*
Let's eat up, this may be the last full meal I'll have. The word "Christmas" scares me these days.
