We were walking to the park yesterday looking for a magazine I wanted to buy. But it was drizzling, so I made P take an umbrella.
Looking at the picture, P doesn’t seem too tall, no? But he is. P’s a around head above the kids in his level. He sometimes wishes he were the same size as a “six year old”. I remember when I was in school. I was always at the back of the line because I was the tallest. I sat at the back of the class, I never had a chance to have a short boyfriend (well—wala namang nangligaw eh. Hahahahaha!), and S never carried me over the threshold (hindi niya talaga kaya eh….hahahahahahahahaha!)
Well, what I’m saying is that I totally understand P. I know where he’s coming from because I’ve been there. Which probably explains why I don’t stand up as straight as I should. But I hope Bikram Yoga fixes that. =p