Thursday, March 31, 2011

You are my baby

 Time rush, fingers quicksand general, both passed away suddenly, rag-old baby has grown into an instant waist young man, One happy beyond words, just know that years, we grew up together ... ...

Happy childhood, few words, fun, Buzuibugui.



Summer brick, he described the

a bottle of canned food, that noise you eat the face was full of clothes, the last remaining together, and you looked at the mouth Bata leaning mom on the couch, holding a large spoon, up to a little piece of meat on errands, to fart mom bobbing in his mouth, and threw a place of canned juice, stick to the ground, sweet heart in the mother.


; grandmother to see a small Shenyang Internet video, how to teach nor will you frontier rice, side lele: 'dog claws' (Baidu), want to check what's Han. Mom to hot hair, at home, nagging, your right about face and said br> grandma came back from the outside to buy food, food shopping bag inside out several Gangbeng Para Para children down, you cry: Dragon Hill, tired of dancing, such as the butterfly leaves falling one after another, to the phrase you remember more, I have raised the yellow leaves, and asked you what idiom you drum out of a solemn feast yo little face up against the words Ma Zhangfei.

grandfather on the television, watching her grandmother make up one family, You put down blocks, teasing a bit, saying, four Teletubbies sitting together, happy to eat milkshakes, the story talked about N times, it was to ask you, your answer turned out to be ; grandmother hand cut a hole, you fart a bobbing and gauze used children's children, inside and outside of the package into the finger column, grandma said thank you, ah, baby. You say, you find between the legs a few hairs and tender child, pulled me happy, I laughed and asked how the child hair you have, you say

breakfast, you do big chunks of my dishes, mouth flow of oil evaluation: You say, The total hand to squeeze, I am afraid you get infected, smiled and told you, that was a star of a good symbol of courage pox child, you wore pox, happy for a long time, and even dared to touch his face, afraid that he ran out. The next day, he was anti-inflammatory, and you long face, I want to find a good sinking pox, I can not give you, then, my arms, leaving two rows of teeth marks on your child.

TV staged a mother watched cartoons when I was young --- mole mouse story, you tilted errands, holding remote control, asked me: arithmetic, mom to give you ten sugar, you eat one, but many are left over? A: ; thanks baby, burn the years of frustration, evaporation of the numerous and flies, left, are full of love .
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