Delphine looked at Benjamin's illegible self-reflection letter and consoled herself—she's only five years old, can't compare to Nicholas.
Delphine bent down, held the little girl's small hand, and softly said: "Benjamin, from now on, how about waking up together with your brother Nicholas? If there are any words you don't know how to write, ask Mommy."
Benjamin's big eyes, resembling black grapes, blinked adorably as she snuggled into Delphine's arms and weakly asked, "Will Daddy still spank Benjamin's little butt?"
"If you oversleep, misspell three characters, and break four rules, I'll deduct four lollipops. Write it down. If you oversleep tomorrow, both of you will be punished." The man's voice was slightly deep as he spoke.
Benjamin nodded her head like a little chick pecking rice, her small face bursting into a delighted smile. She didn't mind the lollipops being confiscated—she had hidden plenty with her brother Nicholas.
