As i scratching myself this morning in front of the mirror (sorry for the horror this image might induce, but i wasn't scratching that), i began wondering what it means to be me and how wonderful it would be if there were a couple more mes in this world. I talking about children, not cloning.
From the moment he can hear in his mother's womb (around the second trimester, isn't it?), i've got a whole plan to Aiz-ify my son.
While in womb: I'll play my violin to him, i'll expose him to the sounds of an EPL game over the TV, i'll read him the Al-Quran, and i'll teach him that kicking is a good thing (heheh!).
The moment he's born: He'll be sleeping alot, but there is an Aiz-way to sleep - hang your arms around your head exposing your smelly armpits, and make sure to drool a lot.
The moment he can walk: Why bother walking? Run, damn you, run!
The moment he can hold something in his hands: Can you spell P-L-A-Y-S-T-A-T-I-O-N?
The moment he can talk: I'll teach him the five most important words in the male vocabulary, "Your place or mine, baby?"
The moment he can piss standing up: The virtues of a bad aim.
Heheh... tomorrow i'll write about Aiz-fying a daughter.
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