Song Yinyin tucked him in and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Goodnight, Dabai."
"Goodnight, Mommy."
Even though he said goodnight, Song Dabai couldn't fall asleep at all. His small hand was still tightly holding onto Song Yinyin.
"Mommy?"
"What is it?"
"I don't seem to be able to sleep."
This little guy seemed especially clingy to her lately.
"Do you want Mommy to tell you a story?"
"Yes." Song Dabai nodded his little head, looking adorably cute.
So, Song Yinyin began to tell him a story.
"A long, long time ago, there was an old onion. He had eight sons. The oldest was called Onion Head, the second was called Onion Number Two, followed by Onion Number Three, Onion Number Four, Onion Number Five, and so on. In the Onion family, it was only natural to have such names..."
The little guy was hearing this story from Mommy for the first time. At first, he listened earnestly, but soon couldn't resist his sleepiness and gradually closed his eyes.
