Busy daddy and I have a Parent-Teacher Conference at the boy’s school this afternoon. So after hectic mornings in the city, we both scrambled back to the ‘burbs to make the meeting. Busy daddy didn’t have lunch yet, so he’s having a quick bite (spring roll, pictured above) at the Thai joint in town while I check e-mails on my BlackBerry.
Forgot to mention: yesterday when I went to pick up the boy at school, the receptionist in the principal’s office said to me, apropos nothing, “Filipino, right?” I said, Excuse me? She said, “You’re Filipino, right?” I said, I am often mistaken for Filipino, but no, I’m Pan-Asian-slash-Asian Pacific mutt. She said, “So, you’re Filipino?” I said, Sure, if that helps.