This morning:
Elle: Mamam, you be Elleonai and I’ll be Mamam.
Me: ok.
Elle: Elleonai? Where’s my iPhone?
Me: Downstairs, charging.
Elle: When it’s done, I want to use my iPhone.
*thinking of ways I can maximize on being Elle, so I say*
Me: Mamam, guess what? At night, I get to sleep in the middle. I get to hug Tatay’s (Dad) cold arm and you don’t. Tatay hugs only me, because he’s my love, not your love.
*i see elle thinking, looking at me, then replies*
Elle: Elleonai…Tonight…You sleep with your Ates (older sisters). You sleep with your Ates, and I’ll sleep with Tatay, MY LOVE, only me.
*well played. so well played*
