While sweeping the flood out of our mansion house, I overheard Mati saying the “Angel of God” prayer, and ending it with “Lord, please heal nanay, mommy, and sick people.”

Earlier that, I told him to pray if he would get scared. And, so he did recite his bedtime Prayer.
Hearing his very “yungit” prayer, I could just not feel awful about this eeny weeny disaster. Maybe, I should aggressively turn myself into some tree-hugging hippie! 🙂
We had to pile them up in one place, and Hand them pens and paper bags to entertain theirselves, while we cleaned up the mess.