"Smelling", "Smelling" and "Smelling". When I called my son the first time, my voice was gentle and peaceful like Guanyin; when I called my second time, my voice was a little heavier, but my voice was not low, like a wooden slap. My son must have heard it, but he just refused to respond; when I called my third time, the sound of the deafening roar burst out from my chest, and the sound was out with anger. The son responded weakly in the living room, "What are you doing?" I forgot the original intention of calling him, but I grabbed him and refused to answer, "Why don't you answer, your ears are stuffed with donkey hair?" The son replied, "I heard it." "Why don't you respond when you hear it?" I asked loudly, "Is it because of the suppleness? Come here." I held a book in my hand and said to him on the bed.
"I'm in the first grade and have become an adult, don't call me stinky." My son stood in front of the bed and corrected my name seriously. "Then what am I calling you?" I asked him with a smile, "called **", and his answer was straight. "I have been calling you for six or seven years. Since you were just born, I have called you like this. You don't know. When you were born, you can kill people, so it is called Shuangchao. If you were Xiang at that time, then you are Xiangxiang now, or Xiangwa." I said deliberately teasing him.
"You call me stinky, you are stinky dad, and I will call you stinky dad from now on." The son argued. I said, "Dad is fragrant, and mom is smelly. If you don't believe me, you can smell it." The son retorted: "If you smoke all day and you can smoke someone to death, you will be smelly." I said, "I smoke cigarettes, otherwise why is it called cigarettes? It must be because of fragrance." My son couldn't react at once, and didn't know how to answer, so he kept calling out, "You can't call me 黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑黑� I said, "No matter how big you are, you are all stinky, not as big as me," I said with a laugh.
"I won't care about you when you are old. If you are sick and hospitalized, you can go to the hospital yourself." My son's small chest was rising and falling, and he muttered. I said, "You can do whatever you can. You don't care about me. I don't care about you now. Look at what you eat and drink." I continued, "You said you have grown up, why are you still placing toys randomly and messing around with things randomly? You even ask me to ask you to go to school every morning?" The son said, "I cleaned up all my toys by myself. I didn't waste anything. If you don't believe me, please ask your mother." After saying that, the son hunched anger and turned around and complained to his mother.
The wife smiled and said, "My baby is growing up. Look, he washes his socks by himself, brushes his teeth by himself, and folds his clothes neatly when he sleeps." After a while, my son did take hot water himself. After washing his feet, he washed his socks himself and had to wash his socks for me and my wife. My wife kept praising her son for being so sensible and growing up. When sleeping, the son indeed folded his clothes neatly and put all his toys into the box. "A good child is really praised. You know how to deliberately fight with your child all day long, and you still think that your child doesn't love you." My wife said to me angrily.
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