http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRmLwxm1rPs

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That night, you washed the dishes as Youngjae played about. “Whoosh! Whee! Doodoodoo!” He ran around with his airplane. “Oof! Ow!” He yelped.

Your eyes widened in shock *What happened?!* In a panic mode, you yanked your gloves off, wiped your wet hands on the apron, and ran out, “What-“ He was on the floor with a bloody nose. “Youngjae!” You ran over and helped him up, “What happened?!”

“I bumped into the table.” He was on the verge of crying.

“Oh, poor baby. Come here.” You took some Kleenex and wiped his nose. You sat him on the couch and stuck a small part of the tissue in his nose.

The commercials switched to DBSK MV. Youngjae was so immersed in the show, “Wow…” You turned your head and stopped. Jaejoong was singing and dancing with such a fiery, hot expression. You swallowed hard and looked down. “He’s so cool.” Youngjae awed.

You looked up at him, “You really think…he’s cool?”

Youngjae smiled and nodded, “He’s good at singing and dancing. Maybe he’s better than Ahjusshi.” You were quiet. He blinked at you, “Mommy, is he the ahjusshi we met at the theatre?” You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Wow!” Youngjae brightened, “I met a famous person! Wait until I tell my friends this!” You his head, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

You gave him a bath, changed him into his pajamas, and settled him into bed. “Mommy