Papa seemed happy on his birthday celebration. As soon he made sure that we didn’t buy the puppy (Thanks to Sir/Uncle Jes.), he liked it already. A black Labrador retriever, soon-to-be Sam’s playmate. No name yet, this will be up to Papa. (Bumba, No! Not Batman!)We had lunch at Miro’s event in UP, part of his HRM course: Callelicious. A complete meal of Mexican food. Appetizer: QuesadillaAztec, Entrée: Halo Taco Pasta with ZoCabob, Beverage and Desert of MIXican fruits. Yummy. (Thanks, Miyok!)
Seeing Papogs, Tita and Tito Meng gang up on a table and compete with each other on which joke’s better somehow showed he’s really happy. Though his favorite daugther was absent.
We still had dinner later that day. So we were completely stuffed. Ikoy, a.k.a. Robot-boy, thought the birthday candle was for him so he kept on singing the happy birthday song and blowing it.
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