Jas and I were readying the bed last night, when he suddenly wore his skullguard toy against his head imitating a carpenter. Then he flipped it backwards saying "ganito pag big boy" with his hands agains his waist. I found it funny and pointed out that he was just 3 years old.
He retorted with a quick reply of "No. no. I'm 15 years old" then his helmet toy fell and he was cutely struggling to get it from the floor.
As Jas busily played with his toys, I tried to recall my 15-year old. I imagined a younger version of me skinny and pimpled face busy with puberty. Then it dawned to me that by the time Jas turn 15, he would not want my hugs and kisses, especially that it's not a manly thing to do. I felt the same way when I was stupidly young.
Seeing that I wasn't paying attention with his game, Jas hugged and kissed me tightly.I smiled thinking that he is still my 3-year old boy, and strangely 12 years is too far to think ahead.
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