Will You Marry Me?

We were getting ready to leave the house this morning when my husband remembered that he had left his wedding ring on his shelf in our bedroom. I ran up to get it for him. Trying to be cute, I ran back downstairs and solemnly stood in front of him. I held out the ring, took a deep breath, and asked sweetly, "Will you marry me?"

Pipo was quiet for a moment. He then took the ring and said, "But I married you from the moment I met you."

Boom. To think I was just expecting a simple yes. His reply completely overshadowed my cute little stunt. Which reminded me once again that when it comes to poetry and romance, one can never, ever beat THE Pipo Lina.

I'm one lucky gal :-)

Funny Car Conversations

Sophie and her Papa!

The three of us were in the car the other day. We had just passed a billboard of Zac Efron, and Sophie said that she liked him. When I asked if she found him handsome, her answer was yes. This prompted me to ask another question, which then sparked a series of hilarious conversations:

Part 1

Me: Sophie, is Papa handsome?

Sophie: Just a little bit.

Pipo: A little bit? Why just a little bit?

Sophie: (smugly) Because I'm prettier!

Pipo: Fine.

On Tocino Smells and Gratitude

A few days ago I had a bad bout with the flu. While I am usually a morning person who gets up first in our household, there was one particular morning where I could not move nor open my eyes, I felt so drained and weak. I distantly discerned my husband speaking to me, but all I heard were slurred, unintelligible sounds uttered in painful slow motion and robotic intonation.

I drifted off into a feverish sleep. Soon after, I was woken up by a little girl who shook my shoulders and said quite urgently, “Mom, wake up.”

I squinted. Between slits, I saw an earnest, set little face. Sophie usually is quite chirpy and bubbly in the morning, so something must have been up. I struggled to get up. I forced my eyelids open and looked at her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Yes, Soph?” I asked.

“Mom, we have a big problem. Huge.” She said dramatically.

I fought the urge to laugh. She really was a drama queen. (I wonder whom she gets it from?)  “What is it this time, Soph? Mom’s sick.” I said sternly.

“Mom, you have to get up now. Our whole house stinks.” She pulled my hand as she said this.