“Mom, please read the story for me.”

“Okay, how old is mom this year?”

“22!”

“What will mum open?”

“Mom is opening the best kindergarten in the world in France.”

“When?”

” December 31, this year.”

When Hunter was still in kindergarten, the dialogue between Hunter and his mother always occurred, in “interest exchange,” for “22”, “kindergarten,” and “the best kindergarten in the world headquarters in France.”

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At that time, He nearly graduated from kindergarten and learned how to write with a retired teacher in our community. One day, he came home and said to me excitedly, “Mom, I just told Teacher Y that my mom is going to open the world’s best kindergartens in France,” “What did she say?” “She said your mother must be very crazy!”

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Hunter was still brainwashed by his mother after elementary school, but he has become more and more able to distinguish right from wrong.

“Mom, are you sure you are 22 years old this year? Then I am 8 years old this year, 22-8=14 (good math, baby), so mom, you got married at 14?” “Well, there is an old-fashioned way to get married. When people were very young, they decided they would get married after their 20s.”

A serious nonsense mother …

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Because I was too intoxicated with this sentence, sometimes I would make a slip of the tongue when talking to Hunter’s dad,

“Tell me, what can mommy open? ” (well, this time, I am not his mommy. I Just forgot to change the name)

Hunter’s father replied in a second,

sharp and clear,

“You can open a casino.”

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We are only engaged in card education for early childhood education,

not blackjack education.

Again, we do not operate a casino.

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This is our story.

Welcome, all of you. Our dearest friends.