Let me tell you a little paragraph first, in the morning, I was sleeping soundly, and my daughter came to make trouble.

She took off her shoes, climbed into bed, lay down on her wife's side, and woke us both up one after the other.

"Daddy, take your hand away from Mommy. The daughter snorted.

"That's not my hand, it's my mother's own. I said.

"No, it's yours!" the daughter affirmed.

I withdrew my hand, then took my wife's hand and put it there, and said, "Look, it's Mommy's, I don't believe you can touch her shoulder if you touch it up." ”

The daughter said seriously: "Well, this time it's Mom's." ”

While she wasn't paying attention, I pulled my wife's hand back and put my own hand over.

Who knows, my daughter found out in an instant.

"Daddy, take your hands off!"

Then I was amazed, my hand was about the size of my wife's, and I said, "It's my mother's hand, not mine." "To show my innocence, I also stretched out my other hand in the other direction.

The wife just laughed.

The daughter said, "No, it's yours." ”

My daughter is four years old, and I'm curious about her ability to discriminate, "Baby, how do you know!"

The daughter said righteously: "Your hands are hairy!"

Me: "......"

Wife: "......"

Laugh at each other!

If you don't vote for me on the monthly pass, you will have hair, hum!

Ask for a commuter pass or a recommended ticket. (To be continued......)