"Climb down slowly now. Slowly."
Now three, baby Jing was now a toddler Jing. A toddler whom his brother could control more aptly than their mother. Not only because Jinhai acted as a flawless, responsible elder brother but also because it was Jing's own choice to stick to his brother's side more than his parents.
"I said slowly, Jing."
As expected of a hyperactive toddler, Jing held more sense of enjoyment rather than danger. The practice of climbing the stairs up and down had been the gravest challenge for Jinhai so far. But it wasn't Jing's fault. Whenever Jinhai appeared in his peripheral vision, he would drop everything and run straight towards his brother's embrace. That ignorance of looking left and right usually made him fall, but toddler Jing would just smile off his injuries.
"Jiihaiii!! Bo Jihaiiii!!!!"
