My dad's life

"You said you, just after breakfast, don't eat the bread, can't you eat it now?" Fang Yuan said when she saw the pitted bread in her hand while sending the little guy to the school bus in the morning.

"Dad, you are very verbose, grandma said, when children eat, you can't say too much, or it's not good for children's belly." The little guy said with his neck up, his little face covered with crumbs.

"Then you hurry up and eat the bread in your hands, you are about to get on the school bus, but you can't eat." Fang Yuan said weakly.

This little guy is more and more able to talk now.

"Daddy eat it." The little guy couldn't eat anymore, and directly ate the leftover bread into Fangyuan's hands.

What can Fangyuan do? You can only eat, you can't throw it away, let alone waste, but at least it is not good for the education of the little guy.

"Look at your dirty face, do you have paper in your bag?"

When Fang Yuan sent her out, she didn't bring a tissue.

"Yes." The little guy said triumphantly.

There are not only napkins in her small schoolbag, but also wet tissues, which were prepared by grandma for her. If the kindergarten hadn't had water cups, grandma would want her to bring the small water bottle.

Fang Yuan pulled out a wet tissue and wiped her small face and oily little paws.

"Okay, get in the car, and listen to the teacher in kindergarten." Fang Yuan patted her little ass.

"Okay, I see, every time you have to say this sentence, I'm so annoyed." The little guy murmured.

"What, it's annoying to dad?" Fang Yuan reached out to spank her ass.

The little guy giggled and ran into the school bus.

Fang Yuan and Teacher Yu greeted each other before turning around and walking back.

"Xinxin, our teacher said that there will be a big announcement today." The little guy said to her as soon as he got on the bus.

"Big thing? What big thing? Teacher Wu is going to give birth to a baby?" The little guy asked curiously.

"Probably not, the teacher didn't say it, but I knew it when I went to the kindergarten today." Ai Cai said.

"Wow, when you know, you must tell us." Yaoyao was also curious.

"It must be about Children's Day." Zhang Long interjected beside him.

He is already in the first grade and knows a little more than them.

"Children's Day?" The little guy remembered when he heard that, as if there was such a holiday.

Last year, she came back with her mother to see her father shortly after the children's day.

"There are gifts for Children's Day." The little guy suddenly thought of this question, super happy.

Sure enough, when we arrived in kindergarten, Teacher Dong told them that it will be Children's Day in more than a month.

"Do you like Children's Day?" Teacher Dong asked from the podium.

"I like it." How can the children dislike my own festival.

So the answers are very loud.

"On Children's Day, mom and dad will come to kindergarten, and then participate in game shows with you. Then you will also perform a show for mom and dad, okay?"

"Good." The little guys in the audience agreed happily.

The kindergarten children still don't understand the teacher's routines. When they wait for the first grade, they probably won't be so happy.

"In that case, what kind of show do you want to perform for mom and dad?"

"Sing?"

"dancing?"

"tell a story?"

"..."

The little guys in the audience started talking, chirping, like a vegetable market.

"Okay, okay, in that case, let's think of a show, teacher." Teacher Dong patted the podium to keep everyone quiet.

The teacher's prestige was still somewhat, and he stopped hearing the sound.

"Which kid can sing "Snail and Oriole"?" Teacher Dong asked.

Many children in the audience raised their hands, including Xinxin. This is a very classic children's song, so Teacher Dong is not surprised at all.

"In this case, let's let a kid in the meeting sing for everyone, OK?"

"I, I..." The children in the audience heard that each of them raised their arms high, and some even stood up, trying to make the teachers notice that they, including Xinxin, were particularly positive.

"Then let Fang Xin sing for us." Teacher Dong thought for a while and said.

"Good." The little guy stood up happily upon hearing this.

"Come on the stage and sing." Teacher Dong beckoned.

The little guy did not have stage fright and came to the podium for a stand.

Uh……

The person is a little higher than the podium, with only a small hair exposed.

Teacher Dong suffocated a smile and hurriedly pulled her aside to reveal the person.

The children all laughed.

"Okay, be quiet." The little guy, following the way of Teacher Dong, knocked on the side wall of the podium with a serious face.

The child who was still laughing obediently suppressed his smile.

Teacher Dong twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Seeing that the children in the audience were quiet, the little guy opened his mouth and sang.

A vine in front of Amen

Snail and Oriole Pictures

Snail and Oriole Pictures

The green land of Anen has just sprouted

The snail is carrying that heavy shell

...

This song was not taught by my mother or grandma, but by grandma.

Fang's mother has been a primary school teacher for so many years, and she can sing these classic nursery rhymes.

You must know that in the past rural primary schools, one teacher could serve several purposes, and she also taught music.

The little guy's voice is particularly good, this is inherited from the blue color clothing, which belongs to the ancestral heritage.

If it's like Fangyuan, then it's over. In fact, before the opening, he belongs to the pentatonic type, and he sings with broken notes. Fortunately, he has self-knowledge, so he never sings, so few people know.

As the little guy sang, the kid who would sing next also hummed quietly.

"Let us all sing together, OK?" The little guy said, waving his arms.

Teacher Dong: ╮(╯╰)╭

Is this as a concert?

But the children don't care about this, and with Xinxin's words, they immediately happily sang loudly.

Some children who didn't know how to sing first hummed and sang loudly.

Neatly uniform, very good.

After singing a song, Teacher Dong couldn't help but clap his hands, and the children themselves were no exception. They clapped vigorously and felt that they were singing really well.

Teacher Dong asked Xinxin to return to her seat, and then continued: "Okay, then on Children's Day, we will sing "Snails and Orioles" for mom and dad, OK?"

"it is good."

"But only singing is too monotonous, so we have to add dance moves so that the whole class can rehearse the show together."

"This dance has big trees, yellow oriole, and snails. In addition, we will add some caterpillars and little bees..."

In fact, this program was designed by Teacher Dong a long time ago, as long as you choose good children to rehearse directly.

The reason why we solicit the opinions of the children is that it is about democracy.

Isn't it just a unified opinion now?This is great!