“Dada, dydy, we awe we going? Hoday is dada’s bweak, wighh? I heawd hhem halking abouh ih lash Fwiday,” Xian innocent asked, turning his head at Shawn then at Axel. He was sitting on Axel’s lap in the passenger seat. Usually Xian would sit in the backseat, owning the entire backseat. But today he insisted he would sit with his dada. And that made Axel and Shawn no choice before their son would throw a tantrum.
Axel tightened his arms locked around Xian’s body. He then faced the innocent kid. “We are going to meet someone, Xian. So you stay behaved and be a good boy. Don’t talk with them unless dada permitted you to talk with them. Do you understand?”
Xian nodded his head. “Yes, dada. Xian is good boy. Me noh halk wihh shwangews. . .” like an obedient kid, Xian replied. And he moved his h
