Chapter 47 science Museum

This week is parent-child week. I am going to Europe at the end of the month and will be away from my son for almost a month.Feel guilty.Since having my son, I feel like I live with guilt every day.I always feel that I can't accompany him enough, and I always feel that I don't love him deeply enough.My life has been turned upside down because of him.I don't know how many women are like me who don't think about making progress, indulge in the love of their children, and think anxiously, if I have another daughter, I will give my life to these two babies. Today I took him and sister Pippi to the Shanghai Science and Technology Museum for a day.The ticket price for the Science and Technology Museum is 60 for adults and 20 for children.

The Science and Technology Museum is really PEOPLE MOUNTAIN PEOPLE SEA.Children from all over the country gather here, and many of them are brought by the school for summer camps. First, I took my son and sister Pippi to the dinosaur hall on the ground floor. When my son saw the dinosaur fossils with a height of two floors, he shouted excitedly: "Big duck!" I laughed out loud!A child's imagination is so rich that the objects he recognizes can cover the whole world.I smiled and told him that this is a dinosaur, also called DINOSAUR. The son insisted on calling Da Ya Ya. Take him to see the dinosaur teeth, dinosaur eggs and the reproduction of the dinosaur excavation site. The son's eyes are amazed, and his mouth screams again and again, which is very interesting.Enjoyed exploring the world with my son.Soon, maybe in a few years, he won't take me to play, and he won't pick my face and shout: "Mom, you bastard! How much do you remember?"

The son's pronunciation is not clear, mother, you call it "Mom, you bastard!" What is this called "Remember how much?" I love this pronunciation to death.Although from a professional point of view, I know that I should correct it repeatedly, but I am intoxicated by his inaccurate childish voice, not only do not correct it, but also learn from him.If you listen to the conversation between our mother and son, it is almost a third world language.A good teacher is not necessarily a good mother. I understand the truth, but I just don't want to follow the routine. Thinking of my former kindergarten director, she seriously handed over the child to me to discipline, because she said she couldn't bear it.

The one couldn't bear it, and said all of Mom's feelings. I can't bear to see his immature voice turn into an adult with standard pronunciation. I can't bear to see him put on shoes that he can't put on for a long time and then tie his shoelaces by himself. I can't bear to hug him and kiss him every day. Suddenly one day he ran ahead of me cheerfully, making it impossible for me to catch up.I have watched too much from INFANT to TODDLER to CHILDREN to TEENAGER, I am so reluctant to part with his progress every day, even though I know it is irresistible and full of joy.

From entering the dinosaur hall to leaving the dinosaur hall, my son has changed his name to "Dinosaur" smoothly.In his vocabulary, there is a new term added, and the big duck, in this world, there is another one missing. The Children's Science and Technology Museum is the highlight of the day. My son has been wandering in it for a long time, and everything is very strange and careful.In the children's paradise, there is a mushroom that can talk when its head is touched. My son walks over suspiciously, touches it lightly, turns around and runs away, shaking his head and waving his hands while running.When the mushroom stopped talking, he went over to fiddle with it again.Mothers outside the Children's Paradise, don't grab enough shots.Thanks to the advancement of technology and the invention of the camera, I will have a happy aftertaste in the next few decades.

The son is a cat afraid of mice. We have always said that he was reincarnated as a cat.Because I was determined in my heart, he was the reincarnation of the yellow cat from that year, and he got into my belly to be loved.Now, when he was a baby, every time you accidentally called him a yellow cat, his expression would startle, as if he understood.It's only over a year old now, and it's better than me when it spit out fishbone. But in the Science and Technology Museum, there was a mouse that poked its head out of the hole from time to time. When the baby saw it, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away, and then he refused to come over, shouting: "Scared! Scared!" I couldn't help scratching him. Little Nose: "I've never heard that cats are afraid of mice!"

He wanted to touch the mouse, but he was afraid of being bitten, so he waited for the mouse to poke his head, and wanted to run away when he saw the shadow looming.The pain of wanting to reject and greet makes me love so much. The Science and Technology Museum is a good place, a paradise for children.Here, adults, you can't surf the Internet, don't answer the phone, and you can devote yourself to your children and share the best time in your life with them. Tomorrow I will take my friends to see the Mystery Man Circus by Cirque du Soleil, and I will report back then!