My dad always has an urban legend to tell about his childhood. He keeps on making up stories that to earn money when he was still a kid, he would sell ice-drops, corn cobs etc etc barefoot under the scorching sun. As a child, I was so amazed that he actually did those things and managed to earn his allowance from it without asking from his parents. I asked my grandmother about it and eventually I learned everything was a hoax. I tell him to stop creating his tales because I feel like it's offending my grandmother. :)) But of course, he has a lot in store for us.

Last night, on our way home from Makati, we passed by streetchildren sleeping on the gutter. I didn't know he was also looking at them when he suddenly spoke..

Dad: Mahirap ung ganyan, matulog sa kalye.
Me: mm-hmm. Kawawa naman sila
Dad: Oo, malamig ung kalye.. etc etc etc
Me: *weirded out* Pano mo naman nalaman?!
Dad: Na-experience ko na matulog sa kalye (super paawa voice)
Me: Ha?!! Bakit ka naman natulog sa kalye?

Dad: Wala, gusto ko lang subukan.

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My dad, bow.

I believe my dad is an intelligent man. But at this point, his skepticism has gotten out of hand. :))

Whatever is going on inside my dad's mind and no matter how many urban legends he has, I love him to bits!

HAPPY FATHERS' DAY PAPA! <3