今天睡覺時，女兒湊過來說。
「爸爸我在學校聽到田鼠阿佛的故事，我說給你聽」
聽她講著收集陽光、收集顏色、收集字詞時，我就像小嬰兒時期一樣，輕輕用手摸摸她的背。
等她說完故事，我對她說「爸爸很喜歡這故事，因為妳也跟阿佛一樣喜歡收集東西，都寫在網誌上」
她點了點頭說，「對啊，今天晚上吃藥時，我就又在那裡看著牆上的畫，收集裡面的東西。回過神來想媽媽討論，才想說妳覺得那張畫最好時，發現她已經快氣炸了」
女兒講著她以後要認真乖乖吃藥，爸爸就摸摸眼前的小阿佛哄她睡著了。希望她能收集到一個美夢。
Tonight my daughter told me the story of Frederick the field mouse—how he collected sunshine, colors, and words.
As she spoke, I gently patted her back, just like when she was a baby.
After her story, I told her,
“You’re just like Frederick—you collect little treasures in your blog.”
She smiled and said,
“Yeah… even tonight, while taking my medicine, I got lost in the painting on the wall, collecting things from it… until Mom almost exploded.”
Promised she’ll behave better next time.
Tonight, Daddy tucked his little Frederick in, hoping she’ll dream sweet dreams.
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