Picking up a string, threading one end through colorful wooden beads, then another—truly no difficulty at all.
What's so fun about this?
Alexander strung a necklace and handed it to his daughter.
His youngest daughter reached out and grabbed it, and the necklace clattered apart, the wooden beads falling off the string and rolling far away.
Alexander watched his daughter's chubby little hands trying hard to pick up the beads, unable to resist poking at the dimples on the back of her hand, it was so satisfying.
"April, have you put on some weight again recently? Come on, let Daddy pinch your face."
April ignored her dad, she picked up the beads and focused on finding the end of the string.
Alexander's big hand pinched her round face, squishing it out of shape, her eyebrows forming a splayed pattern, the texture was just great.
"Little chubby April, stop playing this silly game, how about Daddy takes you downstairs to watch a ball game?"
