Pelican powder

Pelican powder

Yesterday was the last day of 2012, when a farewell to the parent-child movement in 2012 was held in the kindergarten of the son. In fact, his kindergarten is held every year, but the kid's a big boy now. I'm more interested in sports, and tell me you have to come with me or I'll be sad. Well, I'm tired of taking you two moms. And your sister's class. So he asked his sister, "Will you let her stay with me?" She said, "Then I want my mother to join me." Brother: Is it okay for you to stand by and watch your brother dance while your sister is sick? Sister: Think about it, but you have to protect me. I'll be scared if the bad guys come. Brother: No problem. I'll let you play after my brother dances. But Mom's going to be with me for a baby sport. Sister: Okay, but you have to take me to the hospital before the doctor leaves. Brother: Very reluctantly, it's up to your sister. The two children behaved better when they were good, and yesterday they didn't wander in the sea. I had five events with my son and I had to leave, and the event started at 9 p.m. and I had to leave at almost 10.35 p.m. for the fifth to start. The little girl needs to see the disease, and it's 12.10 p.m. after she's gone to the market, she's starving and has to cook, saves time。
Good luck roll

Good luck roll

A year is almost over, just a few days away. It's a quick year to think about. And look at the kids, they're taller, and they don't have much rice in their pockets. It would be more worthwhile to think about it, but the health of the children was the greatest desire of parents, even though there was little “rice”. In the coming year, everyone looks forward to good luck. The children are healthy, their mothers and fathers are safe, their husband's career is evaporating, and food is getting hotter。
The powder from the memory

The powder from the memory

Everyone has one thing to remember, the most memorable of which is the powder of the bowl. When I was a kid, I lived with my grandparents. Grandma loved me the most. There's nothing to eat in the country. Dontons are pickles. I don't like to eat anything in the long body. Grandma won't grow up if she doesn't eat. All right, I'll eat a little. The pickled radish will get tired of it. It's rare in our dust. I used to trade rice for two and a half pounds of rice. It's all for guests in the old people's minds. Grandma saw me eat less and sometimes make something rare. Now that Grandma is gone, she can't eat her “fruit” anymore, even though she will do it, the taste of missing cannot be erased anywhere. I miss it only as Grandma did。