"Lonely boat, straw hat man, fishing alone on the cold river. Daddy, this poem is so simple; isn't it just a few readings?"
"You don't know how much fun I had with Mommy today! We saw so many interesting animals, and..."
"Nina, who taught you to be so rude?"
"James is reciting; how can you interrupt someone speaking?"
Nina had never seen her daddy be so stern; her joy faded immediately, leaving her looking shocked at the father who usually doted on her.
Jeremy had insisted we'd never be "killjoy parents" , always careful to protect our daughter's innocence, but now...
"Jeremy, isn't it you who keeps interrupting Nina?"
"Doesn't Nina deserve respect too?"
James' mother, Emma, heard the commotion and came out to mediate, "The kids are here; let's keep it down."
Then she immediately turned to me, "Sister, it's men who educate kids; we women shouldn't interfere. You should soften your stance; he's quick to anger but gets over it fast, and he won't hold grudges..."
I was extremely annoyed and didn't let her finish; I took my daughter and pushed past her, stomping back to my room.
Speaking of which, it was actually my idea to bring Emma and James to live with us.