Xiao Chaochao nodded, indicating that he remembered, but still didn't understand why he didn't wipe it on other people.
With her little head tilted back, she asked adorably, "Why, Daddy?"
Xie Yan had a headache; why were there so many "whys" coming from all of them?
This kid is so hard to handle!
He wasn't like this when he was little! (Sigh) "Then why don't you rub it on yourself?"
The child pouted, thought for a long time, and then said, "Dirty~"
Xie Yan sneered, "You think it's dirty too? Doesn't your father think it's dirty?"
"Look at this little handprint on Daddy's leg. You have to wash it clean for him later!"
Little Chaochao had no idea what she was about to face, but she nodded seriously, "Okay."
Xie Yan smiled, went inside to change her pants, put the pants she had taken off in the washbasin, poured in water, and pulled Chaochao to this spot. "Come on, wash away the little dirty handprints you made." At first, little Chaochao was quite happy, after all, she could play in the water openly.
Xie Yan watched from the side without stopping it. Instead, he just kept watching. Anyway, the little guy's clothes were already filthy, so it didn't matter if they got wet.
At first, Chaochao was very happy playing in the water. Seeing that his father didn't stop him, he became even more unrestrained. But gradually he got tired of playing and didn't want to play anymore.
But Xie Yan stood guard like a door god, watching intently. Several times, Chaochao wanted to change sides, but when she looked up and saw her father's meaningful smile, she didn't dare to do anything rash.
In the end, I suppressed my temper and washed Xie Yan's pants with all my might.
After finally finishing her shower, Chaochao plopped down on the floor, clearly exhausted.
Xie Yan acted like a wicked stepfather, showing no pity for her whatsoever, and even said in a serious tone, "Daddy will help you wring out the water and hang it up."
"Remember, Dad is helping you!"
Looking at the pants that seemed so light in her father's hands, and then at her own hands that were red from rubbing them, Chaochao began to question her life choices.
After Xie Yan finished hanging up the pants, he came over and saw Chao Chao yawning. It was clear that washing the pants had exhausted her and she was starting to feel sleepy.
Xie Yan was very happy; he had finally found a way to get the child to take a nap quickly.
In the past, they would wrap her up, change her wet clothes, and wrap her in a large towel that they had bought especially for her.
Chaochao leaned on Xie Yan's shoulder and closed her eyes, falling asleep before even entering the room.
I gently placed the child on the kang (a heated brick bed), finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he finally fell asleep.
I went outside and quickly washed the child's wet clothes, then went back inside, found a suitable spot to lie down, and fell asleep instantly.
The afternoon sun shone through the window, warming people. Xie Yan turned over and slept even more soundly.
At night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.
Yu Yue lay back in Xie Yan's arms, feeling a little reluctant as she listened to his words, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Chaochao is only a little over one year old."
Xie Yan pinched his wife's firm waist muscles and said, "Wife, you have to believe that your daughter is no ordinary child."
"She has so much energy that if I don't find something for her to do to burn off her excess energy, I'll collapse."
Yu Yue replied: "?"
Some said, "Well, isn't our Chaochao quite well-behaved?"
Xie Yan smiled and said, "Don't you feel guilty saying that?"
Yu Yuehui: "......"
"Then... what do you want me to do?"
Xie Yan smiled slightly, chuckled softly, and reassured her, "Don't worry, I won't let her do anything too strenuous."
He glanced at his daughter, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and continued, "I'm thinking I need to temper her personality; she's just too impulsive right now."
"I plan to make a schedule for her, starting tomorrow. Every morning after breakfast, she will go for a walk, and then come back and read quietly."
"When you come back at noon, after lunch, have her wash the clothes she got dirty this morning. After washing the clothes, have her take a nap. In the afternoon, let her go for a walk and then play in the yard when she comes back."
Following Xie Yan's gaze, Yu Yue looked at her daughter who was sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache and wanted to say a few kind words for her daughter.
But then he thought that he didn't have much free time at home from morning till night, and he really couldn't keep an eye on her all the time. His daughter was also very naughty, and who knew what kind of trouble she might cause if no one was watching her? So he swallowed his words and could only silently pray that his daughter could adapt to this arrangement as soon as possible.
To everyone's surprise, Chaochao adapted very well. The next day, Xie Yan wrote out a schedule, posted it on the wall, and said to his daughter, "Chaochao, come here and let me show you our family's schedule."
Chaochao had just finished breakfast and was looking at the picture book Xie Yan had made for her when she heard her father call her. She ran over in her shoes, asking, "Daddy, what is it?"
Xie Yan pointed to the chart on the wall, "Look, this is our schedule from now on."
Every morning at eight o'clock, you get up and practice boxing with your mother. After boxing, you eat breakfast, and then the two of us wash the pots together.
Then it's time to read. Your mom comes back at noon, and we have lunch together. After lunch, we wash the pots and pans together, and finally, you wash the clothes you got dirty by yourself.
I took a nap after washing the clothes.
After your afternoon nap, we'll go for a few more walks, and then it'll be your free time. If your older brother Maodan comes over to take you out to play, you can go out and play with him.
If you're alone, you can play in the yard with us.
Do you have any comments?
After listening attentively, Chaochao pointed to the laundry area and asked Xie Yan, "Dad, why aren't you washing clothes?"
Xie Yan looked at her amusedly, "You always make your clothes dirty. When has Dad ever made his clothes as dirty as yours?"
Chaochao pouted, "I'm just a kid, it'll be fine when I grow up."
Xie Yan nodded, "I believe you, but you have to wash the clothes you dirtied yourself."
Chaochao nodded. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Of course, she should wash the clothes she got dirty herself.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Xie Yan asked, looking at her.
Chaochao shook her head. "No, I'm going to read a book now. Dad, I've almost finished the notebooks you gave me. When are you going to make me new ones?"
Xie Yan: "?"
Seriously? It's already used up in just over ten days?
"Bring the notebook over here so Dad can take a look."
Xie Yan hadn't intended for such a young child to write; it was mainly because the child was restless. He gave her paper and pen, intending for her to write and draw and play by herself.
Who knew this little guy was so clever? As he was drawing, he started copying the characters and paintings Xie Yan had written. When Xie Yan saw this, he taught him a little, but it was just for fun and he didn't think about how it would turn out. Who knew that the child would actually learn to write?
Chaochao was prepared and handed the notebook directly to Xie Yan.
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