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BoyKulit has been tagging along with me a lot more of late. The other day he insisted on going with me to the bank, I told him it was not a place for little boys but since he promised that he will behave with his puppy dog eyes, I believed him. He did behave a bit (meaning he didn't run a round as much) and there were a lot of questions;

BK: Mommy, where we are?
M: Where are we.
BK: Mommy, where are we?
M: We're in the bank
BK: In the bank?
M: yes
BK: what's a bank
M: It's where people keep their money
BK: What are they doing? (pointing to the tellers)
M: They count our money
BK: Why does the man have a big gun?
M: So we can be safe
BK: Why?
M: Enough questions it's our turn
( I sit him on top of the counter)
BK: Good morning! (to the teller)
Teller: Good Morning
BK: She's counting my money?
M: Yes
BK: Mommy they're doctors?
M: No, they're bank tellers
BK: (points to the manager who was passing by) She's a doctor?
M: No she's the Manager
BK: HI! (to the manager)
Manager: Hi!

When we're done, BoyKulit says goodbye to everybody. As in "Bye bank tellers, bye manager, bye peoples, bye big gun, bye manong guard, bye bank!"

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That afternoon D asks him how his day went;

D: So where did you go today?
BK: we went to the bank
D: wow! What did you see?
BK: I keep all my moneys in the bank and they are counting all my moneys.

LOL! Rich!

Goofing around with his cousins while waiting for the Kalesa in Tiendesitas