My seven-month-old daughter lay on her play mat, each chubby fist clutching one puny foot. It was a perfect demonstration of the “happy baby” yoga pose. I wanted to tell her so in Mandarin.
“Zhè shì kuàilè yīng’ér–,” I said.
My seven-month-old daughter lay on her play mat, each chubby fist clutching one puny foot. It was a perfect demonstration of the “happy baby” yoga pose. I wanted to tell her so in Mandarin.
“Zhè shì kuàilè yīng’ér–,” I said.