
So my nephew Enzo barges into my room while I was watching the WWE with his toy in hand. It was a slinky. A heart-shaped slinky all in a tangled mess. With arms outstretched he hands me his slinky and says, "Tito Ninong, fix?!"
Ganun naman papel ko sa buhay nya, e, "Tito Ninong, fix." Daddy is the "taga-assemble" ng laruan. Tito Ninong is the "taga-repair"... If it's repairable, that is. Some though, are beyond salvation.
So I proceeded to undo the tangled damage done. After a few minutes, as if on cue, he barges in again and asks, "Tito Ninong, tapos na?" I hand it over to him. "Thank you."
God only knows how long it will stay fixed.