I spent the weekend at my sister's house, and come Monday morning I was lolling on the bed, not wanting to get up and leave the soft mattress. Joaquin was having his morning bottle beside me and making faces at me, while my sister was still sleeping. It was a lazy early morning.
Suddenly my back itched, somewhere I couldn't reach. I was trying to contort myself into several positions to get to the itch, when Joaquin suddenly said, "Ako na ninang. Saan ba itchy? Dito? Dito?" He was trying to scratch several places on my back and finally found it. For a very, very brief moment, I thought that maybe having kids isn't all that scary.