Randomness + Siblings = Huh?


Let me tell you something that happened to me a few days ago…

So there I was, in the process of hand washing the dishes because I was too lazy to put them in the dishwasher, but my mind was completely immersed in observing how the water squirts flows from the faucet and wets my hands and all the other stuff in the sink. I was thinking “Why is water wet?” (yeah, I’m so deep, aren’t I? ;P), when suddenly, my seven-year-old brother Matthew came to me with an ice cream cone on one hand and the other hand behind him and asked “Hey sis. What would you do when you get married?”

I was surprised by his question. Stunned, actually. Now, where did this kid get that question from? Feeling compelled to give him an answer, I said dumbly “Uhm… Be h-happy?”

He looked at me blankly and said “You get a family and have children, right?”

If I was an anime character at that time, I would’ve gotten sweatdrops the size of a plate and question marks all over my head. Okayyyy….

“Err… yeah. Of course,” I replied.

“If you have a baby, what would you name it?” he asked again.

“If it’s a girl, then I’d name her Kristina Gabriella,” I answered (yeah, I know. I’m gonna give my poor future daughter a hard time writing her name… Mwahahah!)

“What if it’s a boy?”

“I’d name him Chris Gabriel.” Ehehehe…

As awkward as it is, I was actually enjoying the conversation (the names, I mean. I’ve settled those names looong ago and am just waiting for somebody to ask me that).  But then my other brother, Angelo (yes, the annoying one), who was listening, snorted and yelled from across the room, “That is IF you ever get married. You.”

What on earth? He just had to ruin the conversation! I mean, of course I’ll get married someday (when I’m over 25). I’m not THAT ugly! I actually think I’m pretty cute! Well… a little…

Ignoring the great annoying one completely (which I’ve been doing for quite a while. I’m trying to give him the famous dolphin training… but it doesn’t seem to be working… sigh…) and turning my attention to my little brother to repress my annoyance, I asked him, “What about you? What would you name your children?”

“But… I’m a boy,” he said, taking a bite off his ice cream.

“Yeah, but boys also get married when they grow up, right?”

“Well, I don’t know [about the names]. I’ll think about it. I’ll tell you later. Can I go outside and play now?”

And just like that, POOF! he’s gone.

Just yesterday, I was folding the laundry in the bedroom, singing to myself, and wondering if I’ll ever be a world-famous singing icon who will be admired by many or just forever be a loser, when Matthew suddenly entered the room, sat beside me and stared at the folded clothes and asked, “What would you do when you see a vampire?”

Again, I was like What the heck? But feeling compelled again to answer, I wracked my brain and then said “Uhm… I don’t know. Wear garlic and pray, I guess…”

“And…?” he probed.

“And what?” I asked.

“And you run away, right?” he declared.

“Oh… yeah.”

How did I not think about that? It’s afterall common sense to run away.

And all this time I thought out of all us three siblings, I was the smartest, sharpest, and the one with the most common sense.

Hm. I guess Matthew proved me wrong.

~EDIT~

Oh, yeah. About the names… Five hours later while I was cooking dinner, Matt came to me and said:

“I know what I’ll name my children! If it’s a boy, I’ll name him Devvi. And if it’s a girl, I’ll name her Mysteria!”

Uh-huh. I think he should limit his computer games…

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