come to think of it, this, probably, is the height of our kakesohan. everytime we talk, we manage to squeeze in our own "baby language". like this morning when i dropped him off in his apartment on my way to work.
jason: text me when you get to work, ok?
johnstan: yup, yup. sleep well mamaya, ha?
jason: opo. sino wab mo?
johnstan: jayjay (his nickname) lang wabwab ko.
jason: e sino wabwab ng jayjay?
johnstan: present (hands raised)!
jason: (embracing me) johnstan ko to eh!
johnstan: (embracing him too) jayjay ko to, eh!
jason: pashok ka na po, baka ma-late ka.
johnstan: otei, awabu!
jason: awabu more. mami-mish kita!
okay, you can throw up now.
i promise i won't get mad.