It's fun to open the curtains in the morning, look out the window at the blue sky cloud, leaning on the bedside and chatting with the pup, occasionally hugging, whispering to me, "Mom, I feel so happy, I feel so happy" and so clear with me. The little ones are growing, and the logic is getting stronger, and of course, it's just like talking about tacos, and I just said, "Mom, I love you so much, I want you to be happy every day" and then I said, "Mom, take me to the U.S. on weekends." What do you want? "I want dessert." Oh, I see, the taco no. 4 at the mall is our point, plus another round, and I will answer “yes”. But actually, his mother had planned to get him a summer's dessert back-up, because she liked that little ball with a high Q-ball, and she loved the feeling that head-to-heads were eating with him。
