One day, Linus walked pass some fake flower pots at the corner of a street, he pointed and said, 'Mommy, fa fa are beautiful!'
I feel happier than he told me he could speak four languages at two years old, or had earned a big fortune from whatever talents he acquired (well, these are the wishes of many Hong Kong parents). Hey! My kid knows how to appreciate the beauty of life (even though the flowers were fake), isn't it worth to celebrate and be proud of?
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