My baby Pippi

When Pippi was not born, I didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, so I named her Pippi. I hope this baby is more real and naughty. I was born a girl. Did my grandparents repeatedly confirm that my name is Pippi? Maybe I always thought I was joking. In fact, I have called her Pippi, Pippi Xiao and Pippi Xiao Qi for a long time, so many people don't know the child's name, but they all know Pippi.

Pippi was very cute when he was a child, and his motor cells were very good. Not only does he have no adult training, but he always surprises you in advance. We are full of surprise that a father without sports cells can have such a lively daughter and the vanity of being a mother for the first time.

When you were two years old, you and your mother and grandmother climbed Lotus Mountain for the first time and began to look like a little girl.

I said to myself, we are ugly mothers and ugly fathers, but how fair the world is. You inherited the good genes perfectly and selectively, and all the bad genes were slightly modified. I am lucky to have a beautiful little princess. She looks very happy. The fatigue of the day always disappears at the moment I see you.

I have been in middle school since I was four years old, and often come to my mother's studio after school. Sometimes you paint, sometimes you do math, sometimes you read, sometimes you listen to English, and sometimes you play Huarong Road. Sometimes it's quiet. When there is culture, there will always be many associations about your classmates' names on the bus stop sign of an animated film, which can arouse your imagination.

Pippi paints alone in his mother's studio and doesn't need her help. He designs a picture by himself, and each picture has a wonderful story.

After painting, I have to cut it out with scissors before pasting it.

You play Huarong Road in the studio. Although you don't have time, you have played the fourth stage very well.

On the way to school, I bought you a favorite steamed stuffed bun. While sharing your story at school with my mother happily, I asked all kinds of questions for my mother to answer. There are a hundred thousand reasons in my little head.

Although the road with the baby is very hard, I can't bear to poke at the thought that you are a five-year-old child and will go to primary school next year, but you will grow up after all. All I can do is stay with you, but I won't interfere with you and let you grow up freely!