You smell like fried rice!

I was reading when Beibei came into the room. Sometimes when Beibei is bored, he would turn to me for attention and TLC. So I put down my book and sat beside him.

- What happened?
I asked.

- Nothing.
He shook his head.
- I just want to be here for a while.
His long eye lashes fluttered like butterflies.

As I sat close to him, I smelled something from the fleece jacket he was wearing. It smelled like fried rice with egg. I got closer, sniffing. Definitely the cooking smell of fried rice.

- You smell like fried rice!
I exclaimed.

- Really?
He sniffed around his clothes a bit, then raised his head, and with that look in his eyes and that smile at the corner of his mouth, before I could protest, he jumped on the bed, up and down on the mattress, giggling and wiggling his body between the sheets, comforters and pillows, trying to smear whatever smell to the stuff on the bed.

I pretended hard to be mad, but what I could only do was laughing. I laughed and laughed. We laughed and laughed.

When he ran back to his Lego castle, I felt for a moment I was greatly rewarded.

The golden and innocent moments of our life...

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