The kids were playing together, especially with the little sister joining in. What more could Emma ask for? Just as she was about to turn around and chat with Robert, she suddenly heard Mrs. Smith's alarmed shout.
It was Little Lucky, grabbing a bell, not hesitating to stuff it in her mouth. The bell was big, and her mouth small. Even though she tried hard to taste the "flavor" of the sound, in the end, all that was seen was her drool sliding down the bell, dripping down half of her face.
"Sweetie, don't eat that. It's dirty." Robert quickly snatched the bell away and just in time to put a little duck bib on her. The bib was designed to catch drool and prevent it from staining her clothes. With the candy gone, the rattle drum gone, and the bell gone, Little Lucky's mouth twitched, and finally, she burst out in a loud cry!
All the way home, Little Lucky kicked her chubby legs non-stop in protest. In the end, Emma had no choice but to stuff a pacifier into her mouth—
