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。