Monday, January 28, 2008

JANUARY 28, 1980

Dear Son,

At your age now, you act like a big boy. You still lisp, but you're trying hard on your own to produce "S". You enjoy mixing your own milk because you like to see the "apoy-apoy" when milk mixes with water. You mean, of course, the cloud-like formation of milk as you pour it into a glass of water.

You reason a lot.

You can recognize numbers 1-10, several of the alphabets and colors blue, red, green, yellow, pink. Yesterday, you got a new pair of black shoes. You like eating Mom's papaya lumpia but dislike the sauce.

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