"Where's my mother? What about my sister? Why haven't they come back? Tell me, Dad, don't stop talking! "Xiao Cheng is now more and more able to speak, on the other hand, it is a headache.

If Lian Xinying can't come back, what should Yan Ye tell his son?

The son now knows something, he knows that everyone has a father and mother, and if he doesn't, he will find trouble with Yan Ye.

There are often activities in the kindergarten that parents need to participate in.

"You go and do your homework first." Yan Ye didn't want to answer this question, but he couldn't bear to refuse too thoroughly, "I'll get your sister back as soon as possible." ”

After Xiao Cheng snorted, he thought that what his father said about taking his sister back also included bringing his mother back.

"Daddy! Our teacher assigned an assignment today! Help my mother comb her hair...... "After Xiao Cheng came back, he found Lian Xinying's comb from the master bedroom.

At this moment, he was holding a comb and dangling it in front of Yan Ye.

In order to cooperate with his son to complete his homework, Yan Ye could only carry his son to the sofa and let him comb his hair.

Anyway, it's the same for mom or dad to comb her hair.

"Dad, our teacher asked us to comb my mother's long hair...... Do you have long hair? Xiao Cheng's voice was crisp and crisp, with doubts.

This is also a sign that Xiao Cheng is gradually growing up.

In the past, he listened to what his parents said, but now he has his own subjective consciousness and will know to question.

"Not all mothers have long hair." Yan Ye patiently explained to him.

Xiao Cheng felt that this explanation made sense.

Because he had seen an aunt with short hair.

"Dad, if you say I'll comb your hair, will your hair become like Mommy's?" Xiao Cheng took the comb and began to comb Yan Ye's hair.

Yan Ye's heart is messy.

Silly boy, don't want to bother.

If he can comb people's hair from short to long, then he won't have to go to work in his life, and he will be able to make a lot of money directly from now on to comb people's hair.

"No, it won't."

"Oh, Dad, if you say I'll comb your hair, will your black hair turn into white hair like grandma?" Xiao Cheng is a child after all, and now is the time when he likes fantasy and gibberish.

The child is becoming more and more able to speak in the midst of gibberish.

They tend to piece together some of the words they usually hear and say them again, giving people a feeling that the bull's head is not right.

"If you make Daddy's hair turn white, Daddy will be angry." Yan Ye answered his son's question very seriously.

Yan Ye's answer made Xiao Cheng very happy.

At Xiao Cheng's age, he likes others to talk to him seriously.

There is no sorrow for siblings of the same age.

If parents are always impatient, it will hurt the child's heart.

"Daddy, I'm going to comb your hair white! I'm combing! Xiao Cheng held the comb in both hands, and kept muttering various sound effects in his small mouth, as if he could make magic.

Yan Ye felt like he was being toyed with.

However, Xiao Cheng's hands are not strong, even if he combs his hair with a comb in both hands, it doesn't hurt him.

It's just that there is an illusion that there is a little ghost playing with fire behind it.

Teachers in school often assign various parent-child games as children's homework.

And today's combing of my mother's hair has another deep meaning.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)