This invokes a number of emotions.
Your flower girl is Little Nugget whose gender we still don’t know as Nugget is still four months in gestation.
Essentially you’re only six years older so Nugget should be more like the Maid of Honour, not flower girl.
We were waiting for our turn on a shop to pick up your bags that we’ve order-made for your grade school. Thankfully, there were couches around, so we could lounge while waiting. At first you said you wanted some gumi candy at the neighbour drug store. I’ve been teaching you some independence recently and so I gave you my PASMO (for our future reference: essentially this is a train pass. But you can charge it so that you can use it to pay your purchases or pay your meals. On hindsight, I should really stop giving you my pasmo but give you bills/coins so that you’ll learn more about counting.)
After finishing off your pack of gumi, and just when we were about to leave the premises, you then complained to me that you’re thirsty. And so once again, I gave you my pasmo. It took you a lot longer though to get back. So I headed to the drugstore and saw that you were already at the counter. I rushed to get back to our sofa because the point was for you to feel some independence and it definitely will not help you if you see me lurking around.
Then you came out the drugstore with plastic bag and looking like you’re carrying something very heavy.
Before you reached us though, you announced that you bought me my favourite milk tea and daddy a bottle of green tea, and water for you.
My thoughtful and perceptive baby. I thank God for his goodness. I pray you grow up well.