Kids say the darndest things

November 9, 2012—Remember last Friday, the day 11 vehicles collided on northbound C5?
We had a psychological evaluation at Makati Med at 3 PM.
At 2 PM, I took my 4-year-old son in the car to meet my husband at Makati Med.

On the way, we didn’t know an accident had occurred. The traffic was so massive, I told my husband to go ahead and talk to the doctor at 3 PM.
Four minutes later, my husband texts that I don’t have to go, I can just re-sched my appointment.
Meanwhile, Christian had fallen asleep in the van. Since we were already in the Fort area, I told my driver to pass by S&R to buy some odds and ends, plus a giant pizza for my friend Jude who was at Mommy’s wake.
After S&R, I told the driver to proceed to Loyola Guadalupe so I could drop by for a bit.
Traffic was still bad.

It was dark when we made it to the funeral parlor.
As I got ready to step out of the car, Christian said, “Where are we going mommy?”
“We’re gonna visit Tito Jude.”
“Is this Tito Jude’s house.”
“No, baby. He’s just visiting his mommy here for a few days.”

I took Christian to the second floor where Jude’s mother lay in state.
As I have Jude the pizza box, I told Christian to kiss Tito Jude.
Then Christian says, “What’s that?” pointing to the white coffin.

“Lola is sleeping,” Jude said.
“I want to see!” Christian insisted. So Jude carried him up to view the casket.
“See, Lola is sleeping.”
“No she’s not,” Christian said. “She’s DEAD.”

My jaw dropped as I heard about the incident, while Jude couldn’t help but laugh.
P.S. Thanks to everyone who tried to contact Chary Lagdameo whom I mentioned in a past entry.
She was informed of Mommy’s death and was able to visit the wake.

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