Two years ago, seeing a pair of secondary school students kissing each other at a mall, my wife sighed, “What should we do when this happens to our girl?”
“This is simple,” I did not need to think. “I will come up to the boy, break his leg, and say, ‘This will teach you a lesson!’”
Last month, however, the mother of Angelina’s classmate told us how much her son liked her. “Your daughter is really lovely,” the grandma added. Meanwhile, that boy buried his face in his mother’s dress, trying to hide himself.
Did I break his leg?
While the mothers were laughing heartily, I just told myself, “I can understand that.”
Oh, I was too soft. Let me practise on Ken later.