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My nephew, who looked like a sweet adorable angel at first (we had hopes that he would one day be an incredible handsome teenager and I'd wish I was 12 years younger), slowly began to reveal his true colors.
When we arrived at a mall, I just happened to be behind the boy. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my hand (and my cousin's), pulling us girls into the entrance like some rich person with girls by his side, that kind of perspective. LOL.
No one knew why this kid liked to hold my hand. And he wouldn't let go of it, even to let his mother hold him instead. Honestly, I thought it was really sweet of the kid to hold my hand, even though we're sort of distant relatives.
Then my palms began to sweat. I tried to switch hands temporarily to wipe the sweat off but even for a second, he took back that sweaty hand!
Oops, sorry, that wasn't him being the rascal part. That was the sweet side of him part.
So now it was time for dinner. We had a blow out at this fancy restaurant at Bonifacio Global City. I was sitting next to the kid when he started getting all restless, eager to play with his toy car, making sounds of engine so loud that I fear the customers would be annoyed by his presence. It took some time to hush him down (we asked one of the waiters to ask him to keep quiet. That worked) but then he began kicking about.
Eventually he kicked his brand new shoes at my waist so hard that I felt like cussing out (hey. research shows that cursing helps to deal with the physical pain like this or, getting your feet jabbed by the leg of a chair). With the boy's power kick, I was pushed behind my cousin's back, and I had to mutter (or rather, mouthed) the profanity to deal with the agony that kid has caused to my body. It's unbelievable he pack quite a kick!
After dinner, my mom bumped into old friends and it probably took half an hour before we made a move. So during that half an hour, we looked around, searching for dogs that can be played with. The mall has an outdoor garden, where dogs can roam under leashes. We met Siberian huskies, big fancy white poodles and pugs.
Suddenly we spotted a Beagle within our visions. My cousin was eager to play with it but she was shy to ask the guy if he'd let us play with it. So I had to be the bold one to permit ourselves to play with it.
Turns out the owner was pretty cute.
After my cousin took some photos of the beagle, the beagle began to like playing with me, lying on its back to be scratched or tickled by my fingers. We don't often meet super-friendly Beagles like this, so it was really nice.
Then the owner said, "Loofy likes you".
In my head I went aslkdjfawoei, but on the outside, I gave a friendly reply of "Really? That's nice!" because very not often I get responses from strangers that the owner's dog likes me. Being polite, I asked how often does he come here with Loofy and he said that he comes here every Sunday to relax.
Then it hit me. We're playing with his dog. Does that mean, we're interrupting his relaxing moment?!
Pretty soon, we had to leave already. When we're out of earshot, I was in a daze mode, thinking about his words that his dogs likes me. Then my cousin kid around, saying that, "Imagine if I had said, 'Oh, she likes you too!'"
I would've punched her on the spot.
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