Hi,(*＾▽＾)／ Hua Yiqie here, nicknamed Little bun, why do I have to be a bun? Well, it's better than to be called potato, I guess.
I am three years old, and I am already a young demo--no--go-- what am I? I am confused. (?・・)σ
Mama is beautiful and everyone goes olala over her. But I wonder if here brain has some loose screw?
I vaguely remember when I started to walk. Every mom would go a little far, they would stretch their arms and they warmly say "Come here baby, you can do it." Well, mom went 133 adult steps away from me and excitedly said, "Qieqie come to mommy, if you can't, no milk for tonight!
ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ"
Papa is a great dad, he is smart and handsome. He would always teach me new things. And love me to bits, however, when I am hugging or kissing mama his face would turn black as
