Everyone in the world knows that I have five dads.
Today, five dads started fighting in front of my house again.
Big Daddy held up the honey pot: "Zai Zai, eat mine!"
The second father held the robotic arm: "My constant temperature bed is the most comfortable!"
The third father waved his cloak: "My clothes are the most beautiful!"
The fourth father drew his lightsaber: "Who dares to snatch my daughter?"
Dad Wu silently hugged me aside: "Be good, let them make noise first, and daddy will turn you into a rainbow."
I turned on the Star Network live broadcast and sighed: "Family, we are here to break up the fight again today - five dads almost blew up half the galaxy over who sent me to school."
The barrage instantly exploded: [Five dads? ! What kind of magical configuration is this! The happiest cub in the universe! Are fathers still short of daughters? The kind that can eat and sleep!
