Daughters

I learned from my sister (who works in the same office as I do) that our dad was going to accompany her to the DFA, and that he was already waiting in a McDonald's right across our office.

Me: Pabili tayo ng McDo!

Youngie: Eh ako nga pupunta sa McDo.

M: Hay nako, magtetext ako, pupunta yon.

Y: Ikaw, sige.

M: *thinks* Malakas naman ako kay Daddy eh.

Y: Oo nga.

M: *evil smile* Ampon ka kasi eh! Hahahahah.

Y: GAGI!

[She used to be the bunso kasi, for 10 years. So we (my other sister and I) usually made her asar and made her cry when we were kids, saying she's not our real sister. Heh, I know, we're bad.]

So I sent Dad a text message.

Dadox, you're in McDo na daw? Can you buy me a quarter pounder meal go big time? Then sunduin niyo na lang si Young dito sa office!

His reply, after a few minutes: