Parents' evaluation of small class children

My baby Cong, you are my father's and my favorite. You are an angel given to us by heaven. You are my father and my pride.

You are a sunny boy, and you like to laugh. Your laughter is like a sweet bell, infecting everyone around you. Even if you hit a wall, you rarely care. You always make a face and laugh it off.

You are a lovely boy, and you like chocolate and other sweets very much.

You are generous, enthusiastic and talkative. You like to associate with others, including strangers, and share your happiness and toys with them.

You are helpful and compassionate. When you see children crying because they are afraid of injections, you will comfort and encourage them and give them your favorite toys. Whenever you see beggars on the roadside, you always ask your mother for money, then bend down gently and put the money back in their boxes.

You often tell us jokes, and you often make up many humorous stories yourself, which make us laugh. You are our pistachio. When you see your mother unhappy, you will make her happy. When you see mom and dad quarreling, you give us a gift like an adult-a painting you drew or a toy of yours, or bring us delicious food, and give it to whoever behaves well.

You are my radio. You often play programs for me. You are my music player. When I want to order some songs, I press the remote control button and you start singing. Sometimes you babble halfway, and you say you haven't finished downloading, so you can only sing these songs.

You also sing to the flowers in our family, because mom used to tell you that flowers also like listening to music and will grow faster. When you sing to flowers, I am very moved by your serious appearance. What a kind child you are!

With you, I seem to have become an innocent child myself. You often put beautiful stickers or seals on my face, arms and even clothes. I can't bear to wipe them, so I go out with you.

With you, I pick up branches, leaves and stones, catch butterflies, crabs and small fish, climb up and down with you, drill around, and with you, I often run, but I can't catch up with you. Watch cartoons, read books and tell stories with you. Sleep with you, eat with you, or even get sick from infusion. You are not afraid of pain, but I dare not look at it when I am pricked by a needle, so I can only smile bitterly.

Time always flies with you. You are about to enter kindergarten. It seems that you yearn for kindergarten, because you always boast that you are your big brother. I believe you will adapt to the new school environment soon.

It's a long way ahead, baby. Let's walk together and grow together. Mom and Dad will always love you, and I wish you healthy and strong growth under the bath of love!