The other day, when I went back home, my first daughter asked me a question.

"How goes it, Papa?”

"What?"

"So how goes it with you, Papa"

"So, what are you telling me?"

"Do you really understand?”

Though it is easy to say "I don't know", it was shame and I felt losing a game.

"What is that? I know something for what"

Ad hoc, I answered "It is so-so."

"You don't understand don't you?"

"...."

"I am trying to fix lash make-up. Am I Cute?"

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Umm... I remember that my wife told me the story that she bought some cosmetics at her New Year's monetary gift for the first time.

I know deeply that the purpose of makeup is not only to make them beauty but also to be an entertainment for them.

So I had no special comments for her makeup.

Above all, it should not be suitable for me to give her my impression about cosmetics. Reading Shakespearian drama is easier than that for me.

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"I know. You are so cute and beautiful beyond description. Pretty all-time, first and probably the last. It is unparalleled."

"....."

"My gene is great!"

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She seemed to be angry with me.

In an unrealizable age, she is.