I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Kindergarten copy 5 (free resend)
I was playing Guichu today. No, I was obsessed with the Guigu Bahuang mod. As a result, I wasted my time. Let me tell you a smaller story first.

I can't let this degenerate any further. I won't play games tomorrow no matter what. I'll quit! I'll update as normal! I've made a great wish!
In fact, L didn't even have to wait for the public speaking class. As soon as he arrived at the kindergarten on Monday, he started talking to other children in a vivid manner.

L is considered a relatively naughty kid in their class. Actually, I like L very much. Although this little guy has a bad temper, he is a bit enterprising and quite like me when I was a child.

Of course I don’t know what A’s reaction was after L said that, but at least when he picked up my son that day, he came out hand in hand with A.

In fact, I can call the names of almost all the children in my son’s class, and chat with my son about the gossip in their class every day. Among the parents, I am definitely the one who knows the most about the interpersonal relationships of kindergarten children.

Like who is not getting along with whom, who is on good terms with whom, who likes to bully others, who made whom cry today, who is particularly annoying in the class.

Let me say a few more words. In fact, a nasty child most likely has a nasty parent.

The most annoying child in their class has a particularly annoying mother. Every time she lines up to pick up her child, she always finds an excuse to cut in line. At first, I thought she and another parent were picking up the same child and didn't notice it. It wasn't until the third day that I discovered that she had cut in line, and then I told her directly to line up behind me and not to cut in line.

The book returns to its true story.

A and I are quite familiar with each other, because I used to take my son to the children's playground in the community after school, and A also played there every day at that time.

As soon as A saw me, he said to me, Uncle, I want to come to your house to play on Saturday too.

When I heard that, I said okay. As long as your grandparents agree, uncle will go to your house to pick you up then, okay?
A was very happy. He and my son chased each other and ran towards the children's playground.

It wasn't too cold that day, so I brought a few fart balloons, the long ones with a small pendant on the end that when you blow them up and let go, the balloons will make fart sounds and spiral up into the sky.

This kind of balloon costs 9.9 yuan for more than 100 pieces. It's cheap, but children love to play with it. But they can't blow it up, so I have to do it. The small plastic air pump they gave me is completely useless. It was broken when I received it and I couldn't pump air into it. So I had to exercise my lung capacity by myself.

After I blew up one, my son, A and I just played for a while, and many children aged four, five, six or seven gathered around to watch us play. I asked my son to be the team leader to maintain order, manage the team, and keep an eye on people not to cut in line. Seven or eight children, including my son, lined up and each had a chance.

This is actually also to train my son's leadership. He has a rather cowardly character, so whenever there is an opportunity to manage others, I will let him try to exercise it.

One of the kids was quite interesting. He was not happy with my son for not being allowed to cut in line, and asked me what right he had to control us?

I glared at him and said, "Because he is my son."

Bullying kids is so much fun.

You know what, this balloon is really fun. Seven or eight kids, including A and my son, had a lot of fun playing with it.

On Tuesday, I didn't bring balloons this time, but I brought a sandbag and taught the two children how to throw the sandbag. This time, in addition to my son and A, B was also there.

I paid close attention and found that B is indeed more popular with girls of the same age than my son. She is a child who is about four to five years old, very calm and smart. She is the type of person who is smart but does not like to show off. She is indeed a good child.

B was picked up by his grandmother, and after playing for a while, his grandmother took him away.

A had a lot of fun playing. Even when it was dark, she was still crying and asking her grandmother to keep playing.

Kids of their generation haven’t even played the game of throwing sandbags. It’s really pitiful when you think about it.

On Wednesday, I brought sandbags again and took two strings of candied haws, one for my son and one for A.

So, except for Friday when my son had an interest class and A didn't attend, so they didn't go home together after school, A's grandmother and I took the two children to the children's playground to play on the other days.

In addition to sandbags, they were also taught how to fold gold ingots, fold paper, and make paper stars, paper cranes, and paper airplanes. The method of folding paper airplanes that can fly very far was learned online.

In fact, at this point, the original purpose had basically been achieved. A and my son reconciled and became good friends again, and L and C's relationship with my son also deepened, at least forming a small group centered on my son.

This is all the painstaking effort of the old father.

I still have to do what I promised to the children, so even though my goal had been achieved, I still sent out invitations to several parents on Friday.

Last Saturday, L came to my house early with his mother, and C's father also came with C. I went to A's house to pick up A. As I said before, our family and A's family live in the same community, and I can see her window from my house. Before, my son always asked me to hold him and point out to me which is the window of A's house.

It becomes interesting when there are two little girls in a small group.

Even though they are so young, they still have their own social relationships. When there are two girls among the four people, the atmosphere between the two girls suddenly becomes subtle.

A's speech and behavior were not so vulgar anymore. In fact, A had improved a lot of bad habits in this regard in the past few days. C was not as excited as last time when playing, and he did not eat as much as last time.

After lunch, the four children took a nap. This time, because the castle was not open, I let them all sleep in the children's room while the parents drank tea and chatted.

As a result, the four children didn't know what was wrong and just refused to sleep. C and L's parents thought that was not good, so they took them away. A's grandmother also called twice, asking when A would go back.

When I saw it, I thought, okay, let’s send A back as well, so I took my son with me to send A back.

On the way to send A back, I felt that my son was a little emotionally unstable. I pulled his hand but he shook it off.

After sending A back, I asked my son what happened?
My son pursed his lips and said nothing. When I asked him again, tears started to fall.

I looked at him and thought, what's wrong? Is he missing his kids?

My son was crying and shaking his head. When he got home and his mother hugged him, he burst into tears and said, "I don't want my dad anymore."

His mother and I were both confused. What was going on?
"I asked A, would you be my wife in the future?"

"In the end, A said she wanted to be my dad's wife! Wow!"

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It’s not a joke, it’s a true story, with basically no artistic processing in it.

In fact, many parents do not pay much attention to their children’s interpersonal communication in kindergarten. They subconsciously think that these children do not know anything yet, so how can they socialize?

In fact, this is the most important stage for building children's social skills.

People are born with strong or weak social skills. My son’s skills are relatively weak. If left alone, the child will have a very miserable time in kindergarten.

In fact, it is not that difficult to understand children’s psychology and empathize with them. You just need to think back to the worries and troubles you had when you were this age.

Perhaps these troubles, sorrows, worries, fears... seem ridiculous to adults, but adults have forgotten that when they were still a child, these ridiculous troubles and sorrows were extremely real, so real that for a child they might be more serious than being reprimanded by the leader, mistakes in work, or losing a job.

So, I will never laugh at my son’s worries and fears. I love my child and I hope that he will not suffer too much frustration and hurt from childhood to adulthood, especially in his emotions.

So, this short story came into being.

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