On the evening of March 8th, the three-year-old daughter took the dad’s hand and sat on the sofa. My dad didn’t know why she did it. The short story: “Dad must listen to the little words today and sit here with the little one. Watch TV.”
After a while, my mother bought food and went home. Little said to her mother seriously: “Mom, today is March 8th, usually my father cooks. You have to fry a few good dishes at night, let me and my father enjoy Happy holidays!”
  My mother was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: “You tell your mother clearly, whose festival is today?”
  Little said seriously: “Today is my father’s holiday! Don’t pretend to be mommy, don’t you know “Father and Daughter’s Day”?”