I was coding words, and suddenly I heard my son's terrible cry in my ears, I quickly ran over to look, it turned out to be ......

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The food prepared by my wife for the children is really too good, and there are big fish and meat all day long, if it is not convenient to be constipated, there will be ghosts. Constipation is normal, the child is only three and a half years old, and he cannot be expected to know how to deal with problems like adults, so he can only scream vigorously.

You don't know what I've done, and you might be able to guess if you're kidding, but you're not necessarily right.

It was a disgusting thing, but I did it.

I used my fingers to help him unclog his intestines, how can I say, I don't like to see people who see Xiang, and never go to those backward toilets, but at this moment, I don't feel any nausea.

I smiled and said to my son, you have to remember this today, and when I am old, you will have to help me too.

He didn't know what it meant, he just cried out in pain.

Little by little, little by little, I pulled it like dry plasticine, and I was afraid of hurting him, so I used a little Vaseline and Kassel. The whole process lasted about ten minutes.

I smiled when I saw him breathe a sigh of relief.

It's happier than I get money or whatever, I want him to be well, I want him to be free.

I hope he can remember this lesson and not be a picky eater......

I told him that if you are a picky eater and constipated next time, Dad will take you to the hospital, and the nurse sister will give you an injection in your little ass......

My frightened son cried and shouted that he wanted to go to bed, and it was time to go to bed.

Usually he would never take the initiative to say that he wanted to sleep at this time.

I feel like there are only three people in this world who can make me fearless and give as best I can – my parents, and my children.

My child always says I don't like him, and I don't think love is something that can be said with the mouth.

I thought of my father.

A father's love is like a mountain.