Ye Xiaoan looked into Xiao Wu's eyes, but when the little girl asked questions, the light in his eyes must not be false. He looked forward to being affirmed and hoped that there would be more friends around him.
Ye Xiaoan can clearly see that Xiao Wu's hand holding the box extends forward. Even if he doesn't care how much he pretends, even an adult can't be separated from the social group. He needs friends and all kinds of social relations around him, so he won't feel lonely.
The little girl looked at the teacher's encouraging eyes, stretched out her hand and took a biscuit from the box.
"Well, it's really delicious! It tastes the same as what my mother bought for me in the supermarket. It's fragrant and sweet. It's really great."
Little five couldn't wait and blurted out, "really? Is it really delicious? Do you like it?"
Children are like this. They never accumulate any hatred. Even if they have just had a fight, they will get better as long as they find a game they can play together. Children's world is so simple. There is no right or wrong. They just like it and don't like it.
Ye Xiaoan looked at his son and felt a little bad. At the beginning, he had a happy childhood, but he didn't have a happy youth. At the same age, it's a beautiful time to remember now, but because of family reasons, even school hasn't finished.
Therefore, ye Xiaoan secretly issued that he should give Xiao Wu a happy childhood anyway. No matter what happens, she will think about her son for the first time. Although now forced by the reality, I can't accompany him more. Fortunately, Su Han helps take care of Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu also likes to get along with his mother.
Ye Xiaoan only wants to take his son with him one day and take care of him himself. He will make up for the years he owes. When ye Xiaoan was in a trance, Xiao Wu suddenly pulled Ye Xiaoan's sleeve. Ye Xiaoan came back and looked down at his son. Xiao Wu excitedly handed the box to Mommy.
"Mommy, look, she's willing to eat my cookies. She said the cookies I made are delicious."
The teacher also told the little girl that since the cookies are delicious, we should let the students share them together. The little girl thought for a moment and said in a soft waxy voice to the little partner behind her.
"The biscuits made by Ye Lu are as delicious as the teacher said. Come and have a taste."
The most unbearable temptation for children is delicious and fun. As soon as I heard the little girl say so, I forgot how bad their relationship was at the beginning, and came to Xiaowu's box to get cookies. Kindergarten teachers don't forget to remind them to take other people's things and say thank you.
In a short time, more than half of the biscuits had been distributed in Xiaowu's box. Although the box was empty, Xiao Wu felt full of happiness in his heart.
"Mommy, we're all friends now, aren't we? They pull my cookies, which means they're willing to be friends with me, so we can play together in the future, right?"
When Xiao Wu turned to talk to Ye Xiaoan, the children found that they had almost eaten the biscuits in the box, so they wanted to play something else. They finished the cookies, clapped their hands, turned and ran outside the door to play the games they usually play. The little five found themselves isolated by them again. They still don't call themselves when they play games.
Of course, ye Xiaoan can feel his son's emotion, but ye Xiaoan still wants to encourage him. Since he wants to integrate into a collective, he must take the initiative. And the object is not adults. They will think about your feelings. Children's world will be more self-centered.
Ye Xiaoan touched Xiao Wu's head and gently reminded her in her ear.
"Xiao Wu, don't you still have games to play with them? Go out now and tell them that you have more fun games, and they will be interested. Be patient and teach them. When they learn, they will be willing to play with you."
Xiao Wu has just been hit. At this time, he is in a very low mood. He doesn't seem willing to hear mommy's words. In fact, he usually stays alone. Although he is unhappy, he is still very comfortable. Xiao Wu has been used to this state. Of course, it's best if you can play with the children, but if you can't play with them, Xiao Wu thinks he should also be acceptable.
Ye Xiaoan certainly knows what her son is thinking, but she will never allow Xiao Wu to be isolated. If there is really a psychological disorder, it will be more troublesome in the future. Of course, ye Xiaoan does not allow such things that are not conducive to physical and mental health to happen. Seeing his son's retreat, he planned to encourage him even more.
"Xiao Wu, don't you feel lonely when they play together? As long as you listen to Mommy and take this step bravely, you will have many friends, and you have to grow up in the future. This is also an essential lesson and must learn. Now, it's better for mommy to be with you than to face it alone in the future. Are you right?"
Although little five doesn't quite understand mommy's meaning, listening to Mommy's meaning seems to be the best time to have her with him. The most important thing is that Xiao Wu doesn't want mommy to see his weakness. He will protect his mommy and mother in the future. As he said, he is now a four-year-old adult. How can he see things like children? He must be able to deal with these little devils!
Xiao Wu summoned up his courage and took out a sandbag from his schoolbag. This is the game my mother taught me. My mother said that her grandfather used to play sandbags with her, as well as her grandparents downstairs. This sandbag was also made by mommy overnight last night. Each side is spliced with different colors of cloth. It is colorful and looks very good.
Ye Xiaoan also thought that children would be more interested in colorful things, so she specially found these colorful cloth to splice a sandbag. As mommy taught me last night, Xiao Wu first threw the sandbag out of the door and into the middle of the grass where they were playing together.
Sure enough, a little fat man suddenly saw the sandbag flying from nowhere. He looked around curiously and didn't find anyone else, so he picked up the sandbag to greet his friends.
"There's a thing here that I don't know what it is. You see, it has a lot of colors. And there seems to be something in it. Did it fall from the sky? Could it be the bag of an immortal? Guess what's the use of this thing in it?"
The little boy, who was a little short, stood up, pointed to the sandbag and said, "this must be the fairy's snack bag. It contains the snacks he usually wants to eat! They fly in the sky every day. They must be hungry quickly, so they should have something to eat with them!"
The little girl who had just eaten the biscuits shook her head. "It's not like this. If it's a snack bag, how can we not smell the smell of food. Just like the box brought by Ye Lu, it smells good when it's opened. It doesn't smell anything."
When the children were guessing, the kindergarten teacher took Xiao Wu into the grass, and ye Xiaoan followed them, but she just watched quietly and didn't want to interrupt.
"Children, you play these kinds of games every day. Do you think it's boring? Today, Mr. ye brought a game he just learned. It's not only fun, but also we can play together."
Little five doesn't know how to play games with them at all, because he hasn't played with them since he entered the kindergarten, so he can only turn to his teacher. The teacher also saw Xiao Wu's embarrassed eyes. It was the person who accompanied the child every day. At a glance, he understood what Xiao Wu was thinking.
"Can't little five explain the rules clearly? It doesn't matter. First teach the teacher how to play, and the teacher will play with you. When the children see it clearly, they will take the initiative to participate."
Although little five can't get along with them, it's OK to play with the teacher alone. According to the way my mother taught me yesterday, I taught the teacher. After a while, I ran back and forth with the teacher on the grass. Colorful sandbags shuttled in the hands of the two people. Seeing that they were so happy, the children began to move.
It looks like fun, and the teacher not only learns very fast, but also has so much fun with him. This must be a great game. The children thought so in their hearts, and their feet involuntarily began to approach them. The teacher has been secretly watching the children's actions. Seeing that they intend to participate, he took the initiative to put the sandbag in the hands of a little boy.
"Xiao Yu, just throw the sandbag to him as the teacher just threw it, but don't try too hard. Pay attention to your strength." the children joined in according to the teacher's instructions. After a while, they all joined in and played with the sandbag. They were very happy. Little five showed a happy smile and ran back and forth with them on the grass.
The teacher watched them have fun, looked at them, slowly retreated to Ye Xiaoan and said to Ye Xiaoan.
"Mother Ye is really a thoughtful mother. She just thought of a way to solve the problem of schoolmate ye in the past two days of vacation. Therefore, the child's best teacher is her mother. Now I'm relieved to see that he can play so well with the children."
Ye Xiaoan looked at the teacher's kind face and said sincerely. "It's really hard for you to put it in the kindergarten and let the teacher take care of it. It's not easy to take so many children. Usually there's only one child at home."
The teacher smiled and looked at the children running on the playground. "In fact, children are not difficult to take. They all have a clean world. As long as you can enjoy the world with them with a childlike eye, they will be willing to treat you as a friend. Moreover, there are no intrigues in the little child's world, which is pure and people don't want to destroy."
After listening to the teacher, ye Xiaoan has been paying attention to Xiao Wu, who is having a good time with the children. She also said to her son silently in her heart, no matter what, mom will make you happy, and Mommy will try to help you protect your world.