Yesterday, Miguel and I had a big fight.
He was begging to borrow my iPad so that he could play Angry Birds. Since I’m pro-physical activity (believe it), I told him, “Sige. Pero mag-bike ka muna ng sampung ikot sa harap ng bahay.”
He disapproved and just sees only what he wants, “Tito! Palaro ng Angry Birds…”
“Ay ayoko. Bike muna ng 10 ikot.”
“Tito! Angry Birds! Tito! Angry Birds!”
It kept on and on and ignored the little boy and continued reading.
After I left, he picked my book up and tore one page.
When I saw this, I told him to apologize to me, “Mag-sorry ka kay Tito!”
“Ayoko! Galit ako sayo!”
I held him and never let go.
Nanay and Tatay came and asked for Miguel but I told them, “Pag nag-sorry na s’ya.”
My nephew continued to cry. “Ayoko! Galit ako sayo!”
“Bati na tayo, basta mag-sorry ka muna kay Tito. Ibibigay na kita kay Lola. Palalaruin pa kita ng Angry Birds basta sorry lang.”
After almost an hour of crying, he quieted down. He slowly sat in front of me, asked me, “Tito… Mag-so-sorry ako pagkatapos mo ako dalhin kay Lola.” (still on his own terms)
I picked him up, and brought him to his lola.
“Nag-sorry na?” Nanay asked.
“Pag dinala ko raw sa inyo mag-so-sorry na,” I answered.
“So…rry…” Miguel answered.
After 30 minutes of giving him to his lola, he approached me, “Tito, Angry Birds?” so I gave him my iPad.
He apologized on his own terms and was able to borrow the iPad without doing the 10 rounds of bike. Smart boy.
Today, first thing that he told me after I was up was, “Tito… Mag-ba-bike ako sa labas para pahiramin mo ako ng Angry Birds.”
I laughed and told him, “Sige! Ten ha?”
Here he is after the 10th round.
“Tito! Ten na!” He exclaimed.