I ate pandesal early this morning then my son woke up, made his way to bathroom, doing his morning duties. As I munch the pandesal and dip it to the hot coffee, my son called me to clean his poopoo. As I clean his buttocks, I realize I used the same left hand to dip the pandesal to my coffee a while ago. Oh well, I love my son, these are small stuff, a Dad should shrug off. But it’s merienda time eating the remaining from morning, with the same hand and I still can’t  get over it.:)