Two stories from the last day of Joey's summer vacation

Story 1: Afternoon, naligo kami sa ulan. Joey, Jack the dog, me. Twas a strong bracing rain during a thunderstorm. Joey, jack both running around the garden, around the house, stciking their toungues out to taste the rain. After that, as he played in the bath tub, he said with a big smile: "I love our home! I love this place..."

And then his face changed, "Mama, I am thinking about all the pooor children who have no homes."

Story 2: As we had dinner, we were watching the news. We caught the story of an amo who threw his maid into jail for stealing stuff from him. They shopwed the maid crying behind bas. Cut to: after dinner. "Mama, if our maids steal, let's just fire them, ok? Don't put them in jail! Cause they are so poor."