Olympic Fever, August 23, 2008

After watching the track-and-field events, Diego wanted to "run, run!" Mae let him get "ready....set....GO!" And Diego, from his own version of a crouched start, would run towards the front door. Every time he returned he would jump and declare "WINNER! WINNER!" After three 'races,' he pulled Mae's hand towards his mouth panting: "Micwophone...micwophone." He then 'entertained' a short interview, most of which was in his "native" language. And then he leaned on the bed and said, breathing heavily: "Next time....(pant, pant)...Olyntic Games".
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Sometimes, instead of reading a book for bedtime we make up stories. One night, Mae was telling the story of a certain swimmer.
"Minsan, may isang batang mahilig lumangoy, Ang pangalan niya ay Michael Phelps. Langoy siya ng langoy hanggang sa gumaling na siya sa pagkakarera. Pinapanood siya ni Diego...." * **
Diego remarked, hopefully: " Diego? Me? Diego, Micha Pheps? FWENDS?!"

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* There was once a boy who loved to swim. His name was Michael Phelps. He swam and swam until he excelled in racing. Diego would watch him...
** We talk to Diego mostly in Tagalog and he answers, for the most part, in English. Almost all the English he knows he learned from watching television!