Yan Ye's head hurt even more.
"No," Yan Ye succinctly denied his son's request.
"Yes! Monkeys don't have mommies on TV because monkeys come out of stones! Xiaocheng is not a monkey! Xiaocheng has a mommy!" The little guy was understanding more and more now.
The frequency of talking back was also increasing.
"Your mom said you are a monkey," a memory was triggered by a single sentence, and she came to mind again.
"Oh... Daddy, you just said my mommy called me a monkey... is my mommy a monkey, too?" At Xiaocheng's age, he was most curious about everything.
"Probably," he replied.
"Oh... Daddy, are you a monkey too?" Xiaocheng loved to get to the bottom of things.
Yan Ye's brows furrowed: "I am not."
"Daddy, how can you not be a monkey? You're not being good!" Xiaocheng pouted and complained, then was carried by Yan Ye over to the little desk.
"Since you're so bored, go write some characters!"
