Father and son

"Oh..." The cheeky mother of the cheeks was knocking on the rice bowl, and the bald and bearded dad flew like a big belly. He sat firmly on the stool.

"Hey? Son?" Dad screamed with a big beard. "In the study," the mother said while placing chopsticks. "You are going to call this kid, but this time it is iron." Dad helplessly glanced at his mother and then took the dishes on the table. I glanced over it again, and looked at the hot air of the white flowers on the bowl of vegetables. I took a sip of the dish and I got up and went to the bedroom.

Gently push the door open, I saw the naughty Hedgehog son is looking at a lively and interesting story book with relish. "Go to eat, books and so on will be seen again." Dad and sly urged. "No, no! Just look at it, one minute, one minute... two minutes, two minutes..." The son still couldn't keep his body, and he prayed to his father again. "No - OK - Fast - Go - Eat - Rice -" The bald dad started the "horn" with his hand and shouted at his son. The son had to straighten up and set his eye for an article for a long time before he fell in love. Out of the study, but he did not expect that - Dad is going to ... no return!

The son’s forefoot only came out of the door, and the hind foot just touched the boundaries of the restaurant. The father who had not thought of the child’s heart had been “captured” by the book. He leaned down and the black beard hangs down. The thick fat on his belly hangs down, his eyes staring at the book, the closer he gets closer, the more his eyes are rounded.

The son sat on the bench and the mother gave a bowl of hot meals. The mother and the child are just about to start, and immediately the second monk can't figure it out. "Where is your father?" Mom asked her son. "Well--he..." The son was fascinated by a variety of dishes, sucking the aroma with his nose, apparently not very well answered. "Respond!" The mother yelled, "Hey, hey, hey. He seems to be in the room..." "Come on!" the mother shouted. The son looked at the lovely white rice, the smiling cabbage, the shy carrots, the smiling red peppers... everyone seemed to say to her: "Come on, come and enjoy us when you come back." Son will " The saliva that flew down three thousand feet was quickly wiped off, and I was angry and ready to go to Dad.

Kitchen, no; living room, no; storage room, no; son's bedroom, no; dad's dad's bedroom, no; study, no... there! The son stood at the door of the study, and the scene in front of him was really jaw-dropping: Dad dragged his gang with his hands, and the short beard hangs down. A pair of happy big eyes are constantly turning left and right. The big belly is bulging against the ground, and the legs are swaying back and forth...

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There is only one sentence that can describe them now; there must be their fathers.

Chengnan Elementary School fifth grade: dream smile