For the first Arts Night at the boys's school, the instructions for the second grade boys: "traditional dress of any country or white shirt, navy pants."
Dylan wanted to be an Oklahoma cowboy. I told him that's not international, despite what Daddy and I joke about.... Then he wanted to wear his kangaroo hat because it's from Australia; I told him that that's not traditional. The poor kid was almost in tears.
I mentioned the Barong Tagalog that we had borrowed from Aunt Pia for other events. It's a traditional Filipino shirt for men and boys, letting him know that his is made of silk, but that in the Philippines the barongs are sometimes made out of pineapple fibers.
I have to recount this story from the first time Dylan ever wore a barong and am keeping my fingers crossed that once he sees it tonight, he'll agree to wear it for tomorrow evening's music performance. That would make my life so much easier.
In any case, Dylan was asking
why he had to wear the barong.
Riley assured me that he could explain it. He said, "it's because we're HALF Filipino, Dylan."
Dylan, standing there in his underwear, was holding up his arm to arm, then arm to leg, looking very confused.
Finally he said, "Which half is Filipino, Riley? I look all one kind."
Denmark. We leapt from the couch, especially for Zia Rikke and Ulla. Godt NytÅr!
