"Mom, we're here." Not seeing Uncle and Aunt, after sending Little Baozi back to Grandma, Little Xixi quickly grabbed her sister's hand, and the two little ones ran towards their parents together.
Madam Lu, holding her grandson, watched her two grandchildren run so fast and anxiously called out, "Xixi, slow down, watch your step. Nana, slow down—"
"Mom." Jun Ye, who returned unknowingly from somewhere, said to his overly worried mother, "The two of them have never fallen since they started walking."
"Never falling doesn't mean they won't in the future." In Grandma Lu's eyes, no matter how advanced in development, children are still children.
Little Baozi nodded in agreement with Grandma: "Sister, sister's backpack, put towel, all out."
The two-year-old spoke unclearly. Madam Lu, confused by what she heard, didn't mind, just assuming her little granddaughter stuffed her clothes into the backpack.
