It never fails that on John the Baptist’s day, you must wear a raincoat or bring an umbrella.

I recalled making a mistake of opening my notebook to review notes on my way to school in a jeepney when we were doused with pails of water, with joyous chants of “Juan Bautista, Juan Bautista.”

Later in Toronto I was chanting “José Bautista, José Bautista,” with my kids.

So this morning, June 24, while calmly drinking my coffee, my spouse had a bowl of water and sprinkled water all over my face.

Never tell your spouse about your childhood traditions.