It’s a universal truth.
Kids don’t lie.
So if children say you’re good looking. Dang, you really are!
During dinner with friends, my adorable godchild was asked if Raft3r is pogi (handsome). Without batting an eyelash, the smart kid answered yes.
Everyone at the dinner table laughed hard.
An hour after, they asked the girl same question. The answer remained the same. Raft3r was pleased.
Let’s not forget my two biggest fans, my wonderful nieces.
They squeal in delight whenever they see me. My nieces are good for my ego.
Raft3r’s mom commented, “Para kang artista sa dalawang yan, ah. (You’re like a celebrity to those kids.)”
My nieces now call me Joe (of the Jonas Brothers’ fame) because of my long hair. They would offer to comb my hair and style it ala-Joe. It’s almost ridiculous.
Alright, I take it back.
Rat3r does not wish to be compared to a leotard wearing 20 year old virgin who prances around and lip synchs to Beyonce’s “Single Ladies.”
But I have to admit, Joe and I wear the same color of Wayfarers.