So there I was, trying to battle through my writer’s block and hoping to get some work done. Basti kept poking me.
“Mama, come, look please.”
“Basti wait. Mama’s finishing something. Later please.”
“Sige na mama. Please, please, sige na.”
A few more exchanges of that and I finally sighed, stood up and unenthusiastically let Basti drag me to whatever it was that he wanted me to see.
This is what he had for me.
“Mama, I cooked food. Let’s eat please. It’s eating time.”
Shame, shame, shame.
I will never ask Basti to wait again. *tear*