Minkai, as a boy, loves to show us his muscle. He was proudly talking about that he was so strong that I could not even carry him. I followed his implication. I could only lift him up a few inches from the ground but I could not hold him.
Now, we have walked half of an hour on the street of Chicago to find a decent restaurant, after a full day's visit of museums. Minda felt to sleep on her Dad's shoulder twenty minutes ago. Minkai was still walking by himself with a painful look.
"Do you want me to hold you? You are still very strong because you have walked for so long." I suggested.
"Yes. Minda did not even walk." Minkai was so relieved...
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