Gathering of the Ohana

Yesterday, I went to a family gathering. There I met a lot of my ohanas, all of them I think. What you might not know is that I’ve learnt a few big words since I last wrote about my family members. I’ve since learnt about grandpa and grandma persons. These are the antique looking people, I think older than the papa person and much more worn out. Then there were the uncles and aunties. These, if I can remember correctly are the ones that look old but not that old or look young but not that young. Then, there are the cousins. Now these ones come in different sizes and age. The oldest that said hi to me was about my big brother’s age. I also met with my baby cousin, Alya. She’s smaller than me but not much of a talker. I think she’s still perfecting the art of crying. You know what they always say, ‘Practice makes perfect’. And as always, being the baby with the impeccable behaviour and the center of affection, everyone wanted to play with me. I remember this goofy uncle of mine. Don’t ask me names, I don’t remember them. As I was saying, this guy was a bona fide clown, a stand up comic. The moment I saw his face, spectacles and all, I laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard that I peed in my pants and I’m not being rhetoric. I actually peed. He was that funny. I’ve never laughed so hard in all my 4 months of living. All in all, that was a good day for me. I loved meeting my family members. And of course, they loved meeting me. (wink ... wink)