Pio turns 7 today.
He was born big!!!
A whooping 4.4+ kg!
Big nose. Big face. Big voice.
You just want to munch those big cheeks.
He remains to be the biggest of the chickens.
If I want something done without any complains, I ask Pio.
If I reprimand a child and doesn’t hear any answering back (not even a word), that child is Pio.
If his siblings are fighting over something, Pio gets restless and readily gives whatever he has on hand so they stop fighting.
If I give them some sweets and a child offers me back the whole of his lot, that can only be Pio.
Pio, my big heart baby.
It has been a pride and joy to be your mother.