Instead of being on a 2-night camping trip at a nice cove in Zambales this weekend, we were stuck at home this afternoon due to the nasty weather. The four-year-old kid from the unit downstairs ventured into our third floor apartment so we let her inside to play around the house.
Within an hour, she managed to break a picture frame and a pair of my sunglasses. She also ate five of our bananas, drank three glasses of iced tea, and then announced that she's going to throw up.
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| Our cutie neighbor with a Jabbawockeez mask and my neck pillows. |
After four trips to the bathroom (Wee-wee ako, Ate Lel!), she decided to turn our bed into a trampoline. The jumping only ended when she fell from the bed and I had a mini heart attack. Thankfully, she didn't break her neck or any bones. But she did leave a trail of Stick-O crumbs on the bed, the floor, and the carpet.
We had to pause the movie we were watching because she wanted to show us Barbie and the Nutcracker on YouTube. When it was finally time for her to go, she wailed loudly as we called her yaya to get her. Charming.
Yup, I'm never having a kid. NEVER.
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