1. I heard this kid refer to his mother by her first name and I only know that it was her first name because she corrected him with, “My name is ‘Mommy.'” If Nathan ever calls me Mona, I will have to lock him in a room filled with the dreams I gave up to have him, like gracing the cover of Playboy’s Attention Target Shoppers Special Edition.
2. I received a care package from my mother. Her care packages are stuffed with a bounty of Dress Barn and JC Penney shoulder-padded jackets and floral pastel skirts. I doubt I’ll wear any of them unless I’m going to Easter Sunday mass or I suffer super early onset menopause.
3. Last Friday, Mike had to pick me up because my sinus headache was so bad, I was already google mapping the nearest pharmacia where I could pick up horse tranquilizers or whatever it is they call it in Tijuana. Pain Go Adios!
4. Mike says that the older Nathan gets, the more he looks like me.
I guess this is true. Check out my first grade portrait:
You didn’t know that I grew up as a red-faced Japanese boy? I did. Sadly, all I can say in Japanese is, Hamu wa? Dame desu yo! Translated: Ham? That is bad/not allowed.