A Date With Kuya Dale

super thirsty Dale

I am currently finishing my thesis and had to go to the university to talk to my Prof.  I took Dale with me.  It was a good day, even if this is the first time that other people was able to tell that he is special.  The first one was the guard from the LRT station.  As soon as he saw us, he asked, "Special po?  Dun po sa una." The next was my Prof.  He was quietly playing with my phone and I just told her he's my son, and she said "Yeah, I have a relative...."

It's no big deal, really.  I'm okay with it.  It's just.... it has been 14 years that we've lived like totally normal because nobody can really tell just by looking at him.  Today was a different story, maybe because he was really curious about his environment, like he was looking all around the train station (we rarely ride, maybe around 3 times since he was little), and this time I was teaching him already the basics like telling him what to say when he bought the tickets, how to insert the ticket properly, standing behind the yellow line, which station to alight, how to behave, what to do when an elderly, pregnant, or disabled person comes in.  Maybe, it's his attire because he was wearing just shorts and a shirt today (just because it was sooooo hot!) with his rubber shoes and he really looked like an overgrown baby.  Whatever it is, though, as I said it's okay.  I accept him for who he is and will forever love him.

All-in-all, it was a good day actually.  I rarely have alone time with Dale, what with Anton getting jealous and all.  After I was done with my meeting, we ate lunch first then went home.  He was very patient and helpful because he carried my other bag with my papers in it.  When we got home I told him "Thank you, Kuya, for coming with Mommy."  He said, "Okay."  I said "It was a good date."  To which he laughed and shook his head silly, "No! You're my Mom! I can't date my mother!"  LOL