Little Missy at 62 months old

In a mother's eyes,

she is tiny.

Extra-ordinary "tiny".

If not because of little bomber,

I will not see her transforming into an ordinary child and a caring big sister.

The true is,

size doesn't really bother her.

Life goes on.

ups and downs.

bumpy and funny.

She becomes like a chirpy chick,

who care less about our response than keeping the conversation goes on.

sometime SC and I feel annoyed;

but some other time miss her badly when she is not with us.

She becomes sensible to our tiredness and busy.

Often offer to help in the kitchen or laundry.

Often, without hesitate to keep an eye on little bomber when ask to.

Often talk like a mummy to me, her mummy,

"Don't read newspaper anymore, I think you are tired, mummy!"

She becomes creative and surprise everyday to me.she begins to argue her wrong-doing and her funny act;she tries to blend in our talks and kids' brag;
she makes queer choice during dressing time;she makes nasty excuses during meal time.

oh well...

She is who she is.

A tiny, chirpy, sensible and creative preschooler.

who cares more about "I love you, mummy!"

and

"I promise I will be good girl"

I can't imagine life goes on without her...

*62 months old as of Nov 2010