"Mummy thought, wouldn't other people laugh at such a weird combination if they saw it?"
"So just say you're quirky." Charlotte couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile upon hearing Jack's words.
"There's still plenty of time; we can pick slowly, no rush."
"Mummy, you're the best." Jack clapped his hands and then turned his head to look at Cyrus.
"Big brother, you help us pick too."
"How come you two little guys don't let me help?" Hank crowded over, clearly not pleased.
"Second brother…"
Chad was a well-behaved child, and also kind-hearted, so any words of rejection hesitated on his lips, unable to be spoken.
However, Jack wasn't the same; he was a few minutes older than Chad.
And he also got along best with Hank.
"Second brother, you just can't. Your taste is really too poor."
"How is my taste poor, you explain that to me?" Hank said, sounding quite indignant.
"My taste isn't poor; what I have is, you know, it's walking, walking on…"
