The problem came back again.
"Your dad stayed with you at night because he thought you'd be scared," she explained.
Indeed, they hadn't been to kindergarten and didn't understand many things, so as long as she guided them a bit, they believed her.
"But Xiao Bao and I aren't scared. Let Dad go back to sleep with Mom," Da Bao said.
Xiao Bao also nodded his little head, his round, wide eyes looking at Yun Xiaoxiao, "Brother and I aren't scared."
You're not scared, but I am.
They're all young people. What if something unintentional happens?
"Mom, do you not like Dad? But if Mom doesn't like Dad, how would Xiao Bao and I have been born?" Da Bao inquired.
The self-answered question made Yun Xiaoxiao's heart flutter.
Is this being precocious, or is it really precocity?
What to do now?
"Mom, please forgive Dad," Da Bao pleaded.
"Right, let Dad come back to sleep," Xiao Bao chimed in.
Yun Xiaoxiao thought it was just the little ones wanting their parents to be well together.