Today was my landlord's birthday. Her kids in the east coast sent her a fruit basket so she invited a friend and her two young sons over to share.
I have known these two boys prior but somehow keep forgetting to mention them. The older one is ten and the younger one is six. I first met them earlier this year when my landlord's son was home for winter break and we played some kind of board game with the ten-year-old (my landlord was supposed to "babysit" him). I have since seen them for a couple more times.
For some reason they really like me. The younger one keeps asking me for Hi-chew candy (I previously let him and his brother have the whole tube of a flavour I didn't like). I let them have my leftover Oreos from the Oreo cheesecake. My landlord made me have some of the fruits even though I felt undeserving. Once again, I ate a pineapple. I hated pineapples. Weirdly, American pineapple don't taste as bad.
They wanted to play hide and seek while the adults talked, so I obliged. I found both of them within 5 seconds of me seeking. The six-year-old and I hid in my housemate's room until the other brother gave up (sorry housemate). The ten year old and I hid in the bathtub until the younger brother gave up.
Glad to know they had fun.
Since hanging out with Kelly last Friday, I haven't done anything productive or went anywhere. I thought I could maybe take my written driving test so I can practice driving but my test is scheduled in May. Easy to assume this Spring break won't go as well as planned.
Faces are blurred for confidentiality.
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