Breakfast in bed

it's saturday morning at around 11. mom is ironing more of marlon's shirts in the living room when he passes her en route to the bedroom -- with a glass of milk, a plate of toast and a smidgen of lime marmalade for me, his slumbering wife.

mom to marlon: "aba ano 'yan, service deluxe?! gisingin mo na nga iyan, at tuturuan ko siyang mamalancha!"