Two incidences involving little kids.

When I was at Metro, I saw two boys, around the age of 5, playing on a chair. Then, a man came by and pushed a pram with a boy in it, and the boy looked like he was 4 years old. One of the boys playing on the chair pointed at the pram, and shouted, "Baby! Baby!" The other boy on the chair turned around, and also pointed at the boy in the pram, shouting, "Baby!"

I chuckled to myself, "50 bu4 xiao4 100 bu4."

The boy in the pram turned and just looked at those two boys. The man appeared embarrassed, and he explained to me, "He's not a baby, he's just lazy to walk." Then, the man pushed the pram along the aisle, and I heard him say, "They called you a baby. Why? It's because you are sitting in the pram. You are already so old..."(cannot hear) Then, he pushed the pram back to where the two boys were, and again, the two boys pointed at him and again shouted, "Baby! Baby!" It appeared that this time, the boy in the pram understood that he was being insulted by them, and he climbed out of his pram, walked up to them, and GLARED at them. Boy, did he look furious! The boys who called him "Baby" stopped immediately, and went behind the chair, staring at that boy. That boy continued glaring at them. This stalemate ended when the man held the boy's hand and walked away.

Really, that scene is priceless.

Today, I sat next to a little girl, about 4 years old. She smiled at me! Goodness. It brought joy to me.