After that, once they're done in the bathroom, he still has to wipe their faces, their bodies, and then push them outside to get some sunshine.
Then, he goes to take care of Fan Er.
Sometimes Fan Er can hold it in, but sometimes, he can't and ends up wetting the bed.
Wetting is a bit better, but if he makes a mess, it's really a disaster.
A real disaster.
Every night, Fan's mother would cry to Fan's father about how hard her life is.
Also, her hands have several cuts from the kitchen knife.
Fan's father, getting impatient, said, "Then let's switch."
"Fine, let's switch." Fan's mother said, touching her belly.
"I mean, can you just not move so much? Wouldn't it be nice to just lie there quietly?" Fan's father said impatiently.
"I'm just uncomfortable from eating too much." Fan's mother roared, "Can't you be a little more understanding?"
"Understanding, understanding, you always want me to understand you, when can you understand me for once?"
