You know when you’re a “promdi”, and how you silently laugh at a cousin or a friend’s relatives who were city kids who vacationed for awhile in your “probinsya” and they look so awkward: from drinking water from the “puso” (deep well), to catching grasshoppers, to climbing and playing tag-and-it while up in the trees, to swimming in “irrigation,” how frogs and haunted-looking giant trees scared them, and how you dared them to eat kanding2x and otot2x “wild” fruits. But of course, the city kids had shinier stuff: they have more game and watch units, they have more tricks on video games, more pairs of mighty kids, and they have better access to m&m’s and combos (which I only got to taste when city kids were around). To be fair, the promdi kids have probably worse stereotypes from the city kids.
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So basically, this is one of my secret fears for my kids — that they will be that awkward city kids when they get to my “turf.”
And as Murphy’s law said “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” The thing I fear most is happening to me. I kinda have kids who perfectly fits the city kids stereotype. What can you expect when their father is also one.
So city kids be like:
I will bring all my thingmajigs Just in case, something goes wrong in this 5-minute adventure.
Oh look, goat, chicken, cow! I’m seeing them in real life, and not in heyday!