“No, there are so many grapes here that are waiting to be picked. Why do you want to pick those at the highest point?” Summer asked, with no hesitation. “Because those grapes are red and big. I want those.” Charlotte was insistent, looking at the grapes at the highest point. “I would weigh down Mark,” Summer said in a soft voice. When Charlotte was about to speak, a deep voice drifted over. “You won’t. Just climb onto my back.” Charlotte nodded her head like a chick. “Mark is a man, and Mommy won’t weigh him down, just like a monster can’t beat Ultraman, and Mommy can’t weigh down Mark.” Summer really did not know whether to laugh or cry upon hearing Charlotte’s logic. She wondered what was going on in her little head. She could understand why a child would think this way. But why would Mark also want to echo what Charlotte said? “Charlotte, stop messing around. The grapes here are big, too. Let’s pick the grapes here, okay?” “No.” Charlotte’s voice was loud. She turned
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