Days of "Strawberry Jam" without "J"
Dear Jam,You look like an angelic little tomboy here, how you are sitting there with a boyish straddle in such earnest scrutiny over your Graham biscuits. The "meens" (according to you) APPEBON Vitamins may have just started to act up thankfully as early as now because after you downed a bottle of milk, you demanded for your cookies. I stopped giving you chocolate chip cookies for fear you might get addicted to the feeling of sugar hype, so I am relying in good old plain Graham crackers. You've enjoyed that since your teeth could manage anyhow and compared to other sugary biscuits, I think this is far healthier.
Today was a busy day, especially at home. We were expecting our guests from ABS-CBN in the afternoon so I took the time in the morning to clean up all the mess I have left since I went on that out-of-town job. You were busy yourself that you were scolded more than once for hopping in and out of your bubble-soaked tub and on to the tiled floor where you could have slipped. I am sorry but I had to close the bathroom door with you in it for a couple of minutes just
so I can 
clear the floor for you to roam around safely with or without taking suds on your trail. Well even earlier than that you were one with all the energy, standing up from bed, wearing your clothes however unfortunately placed on your anatomy, then walked to your pick the shoe of your choice. No, you haven't taken a bath by that time. But I will have to be blamed why you acted with such vim. I had promised you that we would take lunch out from "Ja-yeeh-bee" but I had forgotten to elucidate that we wouldn't unless we were done with the chores, laundry to top it all! As soon as you were bathed rather thoroughly in your tub of suds and after you donned my Arabian scarf over your face to call yourself "Moomoo" and yet posing like a model, we went out. You are what we call 
"Kulit" in a 
way we mean of cuteness. You were acting like a little old lady, grabbing my handbag and your sunglasses, wearing your shoes and telling me "Tah" that we should get to Jollibee. Even before that and before I was ready, you were eager to leave, wearing my flip flops on. We dropped by the department store at Ororama, your first time there by the way, where we bought a set of Christmas lights that would adorn our Christmas tree. After which, we proceeded to their branch of "Ja-yeeh-bee" where you charmed the Store Manager with your effort to put in coins in the donation pot. He seemed to admire our duo for the smile that tore the frown from his face when he saw you drop more than the expected number of coins, ensued even as we left the store.
We could have stayed longer and obliged them with your antics but Mommy J, the segment director had given us thirty minutes the least to get back to our spot. We rushed and wasn't able to buy them some snacks, which could have been lovely. You didn't enjoy the Supermeal as I had expected you to do so. Maybe the crackers earlier had filled up for the space in your stomach. Or else you could have been too sleepy to think about your first taste of palabok, or brownies and buttered veggies. You were sleepy but restless because you felt my psychic distress as I waited for the crew.
JAMantic of the Day:However sleepy and enervated, you came back to life as soon as you saw the camera cue to "action". Initially, you were supposed to stay and behave in Mommy J's lap but since you wouldn't detach from me like a good little leech, we had to include you in the frame on my lap. You proved to be no less or more than a nuisance, you were just enough to add spice to the shoot and eventually the segment. There was a time when you were muttering and complaining about how your toys and books were exploited for the shoot while we were running the tape but that didn't last long. Mommy J was quick enough to think of diverting you with a pack of gum and I quick enough to shove one little piece in your mouth to finally put a lid on it. We did a couple of takes but just enough not to wear either us or the crew down. Later on as the cameraman took back-up shots, you bothered Mommy J by going thru his bag and whatever that was his you easily found access to. But that was of course after I asked the prophand to take pictures of us where you and Mommy J had a battle of poses.
I am proud for the both of us. I am proud of myself because I made the script, speaking spontaneously without a prompter even if it has been a long time since. And I am proud of you and how you worked your charms on the camera quite discreetly. Now, the wait until it airs on Sunday is on!
Your Mommy,
P.S. Daddy says he is in Egypt. No way! He got there before me or us together! :/
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