When Mao Mao was a little more than two years old, one night in the summer, the small quilt on his body was wrapped tightly and could not turn over, and he said anxiously, Mom, Mom, can't turn.
When I was also more than two years old, one night, he suddenly pointed to the sky and said to me, Mom, Mom, the moon is on. The child was a natural poet, and he thought that someone in heaven was shining the moon every night.
When Mao Mao was in kindergarten, I picked him up and took him home. Seeing that there was a pair of beautiful twin sisters in front of him, I said to him, Mao Mao, you see that there are a pair of twin sisters in front of you.
He asked, what are twins? I said that it was Mom and Dad's baby who were born at the same time, the same age.
He blinked, thoughtfully, and after a moment suddenly realized, Oh, I see, these two sisters were born to their father, and the other was born to their mother!
Mao Mao ran in sweating profusely and said, Mom, I sweat so much, like tap water.
Mao Mao brushed his teeth old grinding, I urge him, Mao Mao, how long will it take you to brush your teeth? Mao Mao paused for two seconds and answered, three moments.
Seeing a sprinkler on the street, Mao Mao asked, Mom, what kind of car is that? I said, sprinkler. Mao Mao said, let's call it a rain car okay?
Mao Mao came to me, one fist in front and one fist behind him. Mom, guess where the sugar is? I pointed to the little fist in front of him, in this hand.
Mao Mao shouted excitedly, Mom, you guessed it wrong! In this hand!
Obediently, he made me guess ten times, ten times in the hand behind me, and every time I guessed wrong, I could see his proud smile.
One day when Mao Mao was seven years old, I was about to cross the road with him, the street was full of traffic, Mao Mao suddenly said, Mother, my surname is Liu, just like the rushing water, the water keeps running forward, like I have been growing up.
When Mao Mao was in the third grade, he didn't see me for a few days, and when he came home, he wrote a poem:
Thinking of my mother every day,
Tears are not enough all day long.
Last night I dreamed of my mother,
When you wake up, you have a dream.
Obediently, does he know what a concubine means?
My family has a son who has just grown up, a lot of hard work, a lot of happiness. A few more worries, a few more happiness!