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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*
You are not only loads of fun, but psychic as well. Robsten's recent interviews revealed how carried away they were during the sex scenes, with Condon telling them repeatedly to stop thrusting. I read your older posts of Robsten in Rio, and it's like you were there. Amazing!
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