In the car, on the way to Alabang... again, the choice of music genre was the subject of hot debate
Hadrien: Daddy, I want rock.
Daddy: There's no rock today, it's Sunday (yeah, right!)
Baz: Is there classical?
Hadrien: How about heavy metal? Daddy, is that heavy metal?
Daddy: Look at that man in a barong, he's going to a wedding.
Hadrien: Daddy, I'm going to a wedding oto (also). But it's far away toh (so) you cannot tee (see) me.
Daddy: Is that your wedding?
Hadrien: Yet (yes).
Daddy: You delay getting married as much as you can, Hadrien. Maybe when you're 30.
Hadrien: But I'm pwetending I'm 30.
Daddy: You can't pretend, Hadrien. You really have to be at least 30 before you get married.
Hadrien: I can!
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