It seemed like he was signaling me to put myself in the child's shoes.
There were some things that I did not want to do but maybe the kids did.
I looked over to Munchkin. He and Tina were looking at the jelly pudding in amazement.
Although the two of them usually had a lot of snacks, they were still curious about how the jelly could solidify to become like this.
The two of them talked one after another, seemingly having an intense discussion. Upon seeing that, I thought that Munchkin would be interested. I went up to him and asked, "Munchkin, do you want to go and sign up for the small kitchen over there
too?' "No need, Mommy. Making that is too easy. It's no fun." Munchkin's face frowned slightly in disgust.
I was very surprised to hear that." Munchkin, you don't find it interesting? I saw you talking to Tina enthusiastically about it."
I did not want Munchkin to give up what he wanted to do because of me.
"Forget it. Mommy. Tina and I were just curious about how the jelly turns from liquid to solid. I'm not interested in making that at all,” Munchkin said with a serious expression.
“He's right, Aunt Wanda. All they're doing is just stirring and stirring, then putting it into a bowl for it to become jelly. It's too easy. Munchkin and I don’t even play house in kindergarten anymore."
I looked at the two kids and wondered, were all kids these days this mature?
"It looks like we're the childish ones." Fred smiled apologetically. He did not think that there would be such a huge difference between his guess and reality.
"Then, do the both of you want to rest here? Or you can go play anything if you want. We’ll wait for you here at the side."
Fred let the two kids decide.
Munchkin and Tina scanned their surroundings. The park was busy, but there did not seem to be anything they wanted to do.
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