Inherited Self-Admiration Genes

It was George's first time hearing Oreo answer such a long and full sentence. They looked at each other. One looked really serious, while the other was pretending to be serious like his father. In the end, Oreo was defeated. He was feeling a little afraid by his father's staring. Thus, he whispered, "Mommy wants me to count every time." Candy looked at them in confusion and said, "Mommy said Oreo is a little silly." Oreo curled his lips in dissatisfaction. George raised his hand and caressed his head. "Since you know how to, you have to answer your mom's question. If you don't answer her question correctly, she will assume that you don't know. Thus, she keeps asking you simple questions." Oreo blinked his eyes and then nodded. "Daddy, I want makeup." Candy looked at the toys on the carpet with despise. Because they had been to George's office before, he had placed a carpet on the floor, which was a small territory for her and Oreo to play in. It used to be a fluffy and long fur carpet.