

Last week, we went to Beauty Bar at Greenbelt 5 and she wanted me to buy make-up for her! As a consolation, I let her get a mini makeover from the saleslady. She just loved it! (See attached photos.) She even wanted to go back to have her lips retouched after we've left the store.
Two nights ago, Trixie ate with gusto one balot and while doing so, Brandon told Trixie that I don't eat balot because I'm afraid of the chicken (Brandon better think of a better excuse next time!). Trix, with her cheeks and face full of balot bits came inside the room and with a very puzzled look she asked me, "Mama, why are you afraid of the chicken, it's not talking 'aman ah?" Well, I did not give any answer simply because I didn't know what to say. I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud... and she kept on asking me why!
Trixie recently discovered that Brandon has a lot of white hair. She told me this morning that she wanted Papa's white hair to all go away so Brandon has to get a haircut, but I told her that if Brandon gets a haircut to rid of his white hair, he will be bald. (Bald is the new word she learned today.) She immediately told me, "No hair just like Kongkong?" with matching hand actions up her head. I guess this quite troubled her because this afternoon, she asked Brandon about his white hair again. Instead of asking Brandon to go get a haircut, she prayed this prayer out loud. "Dear God, please remove Papa's white hair, In Jesus' name, Amen!"
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