Dun Dun is half a year old. It is the first time for him to go out with his two dads to visit his grandparents and uncle.
During the meal, Aunt Zhang carried Dun Dun in a sling and stood beside him while he ate and coaxed her: "Dun Dun is getting harder to take care of as he grows older. He wants to grab everything he sees."
So I didn't dare let the little guy sit on my lap to eat with me, because it would ruin the whole table of food.
"Ah?" The cute little boy with handsome eyebrows and eyes, now holding a spoon in his hand, waved it towards the dining table with great momentum.
That cute little mouth was still mumbling something in Martian language that adults couldn't understand.
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