Bedtime conversation:MIGUEL, WITH DRAMATIC FLAIR: Once there was a prince and princess who lived in a castle full of monsters. Monsters in the closet! Ghosts under the bed! Bats in the school bus! Vampires coming out of the toilet! Then pirates and robbers attacked them.
ME: And then? Who won?
MIGUEL: The pirates and robbers and monsters and ghosts and bats and vampires.
ME: Aw, Migueli, you ought to end it better. I like the way it starts, but I don't think that people are going like a story where the prince and princess lose.
MIGUEL: Then the fairies came and attacked the monsters and ghosts and bats and vampires. The end.
The end indeed.
Let me tell you about Miguel's latest art attack.
One night he comes into the bedroom with a bond-sized piece of cardboard."What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm going to make an art attack."
He asks for the tape and colored glue."Where's Spiderman?" he adds.
"But hon, if you put him on the art attack you won't get to play
with him anymore!"
He rummages in the drawer for Spiderman anyway. Then he starts taping the action figure to a bond paper mounted on the cardboard. It looks like Spiderman is being strapped onto a gurney and is about to receive a lethal injection. I comment that it looks like a medieval torture device, like one used in the Inquisition. Should I be worried?He starts singing a theme to himself. As if life were a movie, and he's just providing the soundtrack. He does this a lot when he plays, and more often than not the tune comes from our national anthem. No kidding. After opening all the caps of the glue bottles, I decide to go for my shower, just as I planned. When I come out about 20 minutes later Spiderman is covered with tape and glue, with matching glue and marker drawings in the background - not to mention on Miguel's shirt. Thus ends Spiderman's long and colorful career as an action figure.
The following day the art attack is proudly displayed on our inside bedroom door: 
If you look closely you will see a red marker drawing of someone "attacking" Spiderman on his left. So whaddya think- should I be worried?
Upon the prodding of my not-so-new seatmate Ace, I will tell you about the rose. (Sige na nga! Gusto ko na kasi mag-blog eh!)
Yesterday morning I came in and there was a red rose on my desk, with an anonymous note. Terse, succinct, anonymous. (Two months ago, I got a similar note that read "Hi!" - with smiley, but no rose - taped to my conputer.) I first suspected that it was a joke by Ronan, who came in earlier than me. When I asked him to 'fess up he said, "Ibibili ko na lang ng mineral water kasi ubos na tubig namin sa bahay no!" Taruz! My second suspect was Omie, who's capable of playing a joke on me as well. But Ronan pointed out that she was on leave for the past 2 days.So. We have a rose. And 2 anonymous notes. In the afternoon the kids - that's what I call the new batch of employees, mostly new grads - got wind of it and had fun speculating. At one point I even said that I planted it myself - hehe. But Ace took the initiative to investigate whodunit. Wala lang, intrigero kasi sya. He suspected one of the practicumers, so showing exhibit A, asked pointblank if he gave it to me. At first he denied it, but on second thought said, "Pwede na rin!" Riiiight. Don't worry poNg, I know you didn't give it. Doesn't matter anyway.So that's it.Told Mike about it through text, and he responded, "that wasn't me hon." Of course I knew it wasn't him - that's not his style :)
