"It's so high, ahh, I can't reach."
Zhou Liao knelt on his legs, his upper body sprawled over a thick cotton pad.
He looked up, raised his hands, and pretended to struggle greatly as he reached for Chenchen, who was standing on the climbing frame.
"Ha... ha..."
Baby Chenchen, with both hands on the climbing frame's bars, turned his head and looked down at Zhou Liao, laughing happily.
Mischievously, he extended a little foot to touch his dad's fingertips, retracted it quickly after making contact, and then climbed up another rung to the very top of the climbing frame.
For a child over one year old, the two-meter-high climbing frame with a thirty-centimeter-thick cushion underneath was pretty high, but Chenchen was already a proficient climber and not a bit afraid of heights.
"Awesome!" Zhou Liao gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Come down slowly."
"Da!"