MaK!MeJ!

“Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to travel to places. One day, he thought of making a helicopter. He went to the hardware to buy screws, bolts and nuts, metal sheets, lights, wires… When he came home, he gathered all his tools - like his pliers, saw, wire cutter… And started to build a helicopter.”

Stories of creation.

For reasons I could not explain, I always tell my son stories of creation when he prods me to tell him a story. Usually but not always at bedtime. He’d say -Mama story of the …please. Example, he’d say “Story of the helicopter, please”

One time, while lying down on our bed, I asked my son: “What story do you want Mama to tell?”

I had thought  maybe it’s the helicopter again. Or the story of the plane. Or the candle like he’d sometimes ask. I was certain it would be any of these.

But

when

I heard

my son,

 I. couldn’t. believe. my. ears.

“Mama, story of the bowl please.”  

The bowl? I was taken aback.

“Uhm, you mean the toilet bowl?” I think my voice slightly wavered then.

I was really stumped when my son said yes. For the life of me, I could not think of anything to say about the bowl - the toilet bowl! Not a degree in engineering has prepared me for that kind of question!

I thought and thought and thought as my heart echoed bowl, bowl, bowl… And I think my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with all the thinking.

P.S. In case you’re wondering, I did tell him something about the bowl - good mother that I am. *smirk* I hope he’d remember it so that one day, I can tell him how much effort I put into weaving that story.

I read it and it said: spell coffee backwards.

So with blazing fingers I typed s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b.

Sorry, your CAPTCHA response was incorrect. Please try again.

So I tried again, a little slower this time to make sure I got it all right, s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b. Sorry, your CAPTCHA response was incorrect. Please try again.

(Of course you might have figured out from the start what’s wrong). But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what’s wrong. Where could my mistake be? Then I read it again - a minute for every word.

Spell. coffee. backwards.

Ha! Captcha boo-cha! I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t believe I made a mistake. I failed a simple test that determines if a user is human or not! So it seems like I do not have a human mind!

Me = humanoid.

*scratch head* scratch thigh*scratch* scratch*scratch*

I really don’t want to admit this. I cannot be sure I am human now. I have proof that says otherwise. Me, not human. Good God help me! I must be a humanoid. An exceptionally made humanoid. One that exactly looks, thinks and feels like a human. Perfect humanoid! Imagine, even my reproductive system is made to perfection that I am able to bear a child (and that could be plural in the future).

So now you really should call me Mama Mejoid. Because I prefer that than being called plain toopid.

A captcha stands for Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart. It is a program that protects websites against bots by generating and grading tests that humans can pass but current computer programs cannot. For example, humans can read distorted text but current computer programs can’t.