How old are you, my son?

My son has a pair of “sad” eyes and always looks like he is concern about the country and the people. Sometimes, when he was playing and I asked him if he was happy, he always make a sad face and said, “No, I am sad.” And I always rub his face and laugh it out... But, what if he is really sad? Well, since we adults always underestimate the stresses that the kids are going through, I just assume that he can’t be that sad.

To giving up on this insensitive mom, my son directs his energy on mommy’s computer instead. He is not even three-and-a-half years old and already knows how to turn on my laptop, open Firefox, type in “noggin”, then enter the website to play the different games there — all without assistance. After he’s done, he would go to the apple icon and click “Shut Down”… Then, turns to look at me and says, “I am happy now.”

I realize that my computer has replaced his security blanket. What next? Girls? Oh, yes, girls…

My son has two babysitters (for different period of time of course). One is an extremely beautiful 21-year-old girl with blonde hair; another one is a mommy-kind like me. He adores both. But only kisses the pretty one… and I always wonder why… Let me ask my husband, maybe man knows better.