A Sunday lunch ...

After lunch in a Korean restaurant at Wudaokou, we left each other with silence and not satisfying with each other from the bottom of our hearts. Right after he said 'sorry', I stopped saying anything as if it was exactly what he needed to shut me up. I did not say anything anymore but it was obvious that I was not happy, not happy with how we ended our conversation. We were talking about family education and its influence to a kid. One of my colleagues has two children, both are boys. The younger one has a very cool hairstyle, almost like one of those very cool Japanese comic book figures, but the problem is that the hairstyle he has could be quite disturbing for many people because his fringes are long enough to just cover his eyes. The kid just enjoys the shade the fringe covers and would not like to have it cut. Dave thinks if he were the parents, he would just have a pair of scissors and cut it by himself. I disagreed with his roughness and said I would talk with the kids first and try to persuade him to have it cut instead of using force. There our argument started. Family disciplines, socializations, young parenting education, old society had more disciplines, and so on... in the end, it turned out to be philosophical debating argument, an unpleasant one for us rather a Sunday afternoon lunch discussion.