I took the day off cause Maomao is coughing a bit and didn’t go to school today. After breakfast I took him to a Tim Burton exhibition at Quarry Bay. Pretty dark and twisted stuff all around so I hurried him along and in less than half an hour we were in the shop at the exit. The artbook mandatorily on sale there was obscenely expensive, but I just saw a couple of drawings that I really liked but no photo was allowed inside, so I ground my teeth and bought it. It later turned out neither of the drawings was included in it.
As I was paying Maomao dropped whatever he was fiddling with and walked straight out and I had to scramble to hurry after him. He strutted along in his typical self-involved manner, then suddenly stopped and turned around, gave me a searching look and asked, “爸爸你的傘到哪裡去啦？” I was like Oh yeah I left it at the entrance just now and completely forgot about it. Before I turned around to pick it up, I squatted down and gave him a hug. With swelling pride and a trace of self-pity, I made a mental mark of the moment as the first of many in the years to come.
Wang Maomao 