On the way back, Yang Guangguang’s eyes sparkled as he said to Xiaoxiao, "Auntie Three, you were really awesome just now, you even outdid the portly woman."
"You were pretty awesome too, wasn’t that you who scratched her face?"
"Hehe, Auntie Three noticed," the little girl replied bashfully, head bowed.
"Auntie Three, Auntie Three, I hit her too," Yang Shu said, seeking praise like his sister upon seeing that she was complimented.
"Yes, yes, our Shu is also very impressive," Xiaoxiao touched Yang Shu’s head, praising him as well.
"Auntie Three, what about me, what about me?" Yang Liuliu, who was held by Yang Ming, also started asking.
"Our Liuliu is also great."
Yang Ming, who was listening to his wife and children interacting, wondered, encouraging children to hit others, is this really okay? Wouldn’t the children get the wrong idea? After all, they are girls, and it seems that they might end up becoming tomboys under his wife’s influence.
Yang Ming was a bit worried as he listened to his wife continue, "Liuliu, you need to learn to communicate, you know? If other kids want to borrow your stuff and they discuss it with you, you can decide whether to lend it or not. If they try to take it by force, you take it back; crying won’t solve anything."
"..." Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, pondering his wife’s theory.
Seeing Yang Ming’s reaction, Xiaoxiao asked, "What, do you think I’m wrong?"
"I just want the kids to understand, what’s theirs is theirs, that’s the basic rule. If might makes right, and the smaller kids are supposed to deserve less, wouldn’t the world be upside down? We do not initiate taking other people’s stuff, but also we should not let others take ours."
"Hmm." His wife’s argument seemed reasonable, but, "That doesn’t mean you should encourage them to hit others, does it?"
"...?" When did she encourage them to hit others?
"That wasn’t hitting, that was self-defense. If others hit them, should they just stand there and wait to be beaten? Are you silly?"
"..." Perhaps his wife had a point.
Xiaoxiao then told the three little ones, "You guys need to be reasonable, never hit or bully anyone wantonly, understood?"
"Understood." The three youngsters responded in unison.
Seeing the children’s reaction, Yang Ming felt that this was indeed the right way to educate them. No matter what, encouraging children to hit others was never a good thing.
"But if logical discussions fail and the other party still hits us, we can’t just sit back and take it; we have to fight back, understood?"
Hearing his wife’s words, Yang Ming felt that it was unlikely his family would have a docile daughter anytime soon.
"Handle your own issues, and remember to resolve your issue with the chubby kid tomorrow, Auntie Three has a saying for you."
"If they apologize, shake hands, and we can still be friends."
The world of children is just like that, one moment they might be fighting fiercely, and the next they might become very good friends, so adults really don’t need to get involved.
That’s easy to say, but today she had been forced to get involved because her dear husband was hit, and she simply couldn’t stand it.
"Uncle Three, does your face still hurt?" At that moment, Yang Liuliu, nestled in Yang Ming’s arms, asked a heartwarming question.
This made Xiaoxiao feel that girls really are affectionate—little cotton jackets, she wanted one too.