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Rob, Jr.: *Crunches
nose* “Daddy, I’m
confused!”
Rob:
“About?”
Rob, Jr.:
“My name.”
Rob:
“Your name?”
Rob, Jr.:
“Yeah.” *Serious expression on his face*
Rob:
“Well, your Mommy named you after me.”
Rob, Jr:
“What? Flippy?”
Rob:
“No!” *Chukles*
“Robert!”
Rob, Jr.:
“So, why did Marian at school
called me, Tippy. It does sound
like Flippy
to me.” *Cups
face with his palms*
Rob:
“I mean… Well---” *Lost for words*
Rob, Jr.:
“She heard her mommy say that it’s the TIP that made me...” *Shrugs* “Made me what? I do not know.” *Tucks
arms* “Well, whatever
that means. Marian doesn’t even know what it means. But she thinks it’s funny.” *Sullen face* “I don’t get it!”
Rob:
“Don’t worry about it, son.”
Rob, Jr.:
“Then, Uncle Tom calls me Trumpet!” *Raises
voice*
Rob:
*Clears throat* “That’s because you’re learning how to play
the trumpet. You’re going to be good at
it. Maybe you will be a famous trumpet
player when you grow up.”
Rob, Jr.: *Smiles* “Oh, yeah, ha? Uncle Tom said Mommy plays your trumpet perfectly well!”
Rob:
*Furrows brows* “H-he said that?”
Rob, Jr.:
“Uh-ha! Remember you bought mommy
a trumpet last Christmas?”
Rob:
*Coughs* “Oh, that’s right.” *Exhales*
Rob, Jr.:
“So, has mommy been playing your trumpet, Daddy?”
Rob:
*Looks away* “Mmhmm.” *Nods *
Rob, Jr.:
“Cool! I haven’t heard Mommy play
for a while now…” *Thinks* “But, Uncle Tom said Mommy practices blowing
your trumpet every night.”
Rob:
“Um, Son… It’s not my trumpet. It’s
mommy’s trumpet now.”
Rob, Jr.:
“But you bought it!”
Rob:
“And gave it to Mommy… As a present.
Remember? It’s not mine
anymore. Just like when I bought your
video games… They’re yours now, right?”
Rob, Jr.:
“Owww… But what if Mommy gives away your trumpet?”
Rob:
“Believe me, Son. She won’t. It’s her most precious possession! She’ll go crazy without it.” *Smirks smugly*
Rob, Jr.:
“I’ll tell Uncle Tom next time he visits.”
Rob:
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk
to him.”
Rob, Jr.:
“Wait, Daddy. How come Uncle
Marcus, when he was here last Sunday, he called me Brokie?”
Rob:
“Brokie?”
Rob, Jr.:
“Yes. He said that when Mommy
made that video of his song, I Am Broken, and you were also there…
Well, he said that after doing the video, that night, the Stork dropped me at your
hotel room’s door. Then nine months
later, I was born.”
Rob:
“Son…” *Takes
son in his arms* “Your
name is Robert, Jr.. It’s a very good
name for a boy. That’s the name that
Mommy loves so much, that’s why she picked it when you were born. It’s our name. Even Grandma and Grandpa love that name. A lot of people would love to have that name
as theirs.” *Tickles
his son*
Rob, Jr.:
*Giggles* “Daddy, can I call you Pianie?”
Rob:
“Pianie?”
Rob, Jr.:
“Yes. Pianie. Coz you’re a good
piano player. I even saw you last night
playing the piano with mommy.”
Rob:
*Gulps* “You s-saw…”
Rob, Jr.:
“Yup! Maybe you didn’t see
mommy. She was hiding under it… And your
eyes were closed.”
Rob:
“Oh! Ah… I did f-find her…”
Rob, Jr.:
“You were humming loudly, too. That’s probably why you didn’t hear
mommy. I heard her slurping a drink… or
something.”
Rob: “I-uh…”
Rob,
Jr.: *Remembers something* “Oh, and how come when you play the guitar
Mommy sits on your lap?”
Rob:
*Yells* “Kristen!
Baby, come here!”
Rob, Jr.:
*Giggles louder*
Rob, Jr.: “Daddy, when are you coming home?”
Rob: “Um, son… Call mommy for me, please.”
