One day when Shen Xin was three years old, Shen Mochen was sitting in the study chair reading a book. He glanced up at the little rascal hanging off Taozi's neck, swinging back and forth without any intention of getting down, pondered for a moment, and then said to Taozi, "Let's send Dianxin to preschool next month."
"Huh?" Taozi froze for a moment, protecting Shen Xin's little bottom with her hand to prevent her from falling. She then asked with some concern, "Sending her to preschool next month, isn't that too early? Other kids usually start at four."
"It's not early." Shen Mochen glanced at Shen Xin and Taozi again, then returned his gaze to the book in his hand and said, "She can join the toddler class at three years old. Staying at home is boring for her anyway. It's better for her to go to preschool and make more friends."
