Read The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop :: Common sense #2

"Granny, is you breakfast always bugged by this type of questions?" the young lady was nearly choked by her chuckles. The old lady just smiled at her as the answer.

"Is this what you called school? By asking critical questions?" she turned her question to the boy.

"Well, you also do the same thing to me though," he just shrugged her with innocent face.

The old lady burst in laughter, "Come on, Lynn. You won't ever win, arguing with him. He is a very smart one. Instead, why don't you try to help him this time?" the old lady took a mouthful of the crispy pie in front her and chewed it delightfully, "Hem... You have mastered our family's recipe. I can relax now."

The young lady pouted. 'He is being favourite,' she thought.

"So basically, common sense is a general frame of thinking in which most people will agree with. It is a limitation to a certain degree where people think that things should be in place," she explained proudly.

The boy looked at her blankly, but she didn't realise it. She took a mouthful piece of pie in satisfaction, thinking she had gave the most splendid explanation ever.

"Lynn."

"Yes, granny?"

"If common sense is a general frame of thinking like you said," the old lady stopped, took a breath, "then, you definitely have nothing in common with him. The young lady looked at her grandaunt with question mark on her face. The old lady answered her with a slight gaze to the boy, and the young lady responded by turning her face to the boy.

"I think, you are not a good teacher...," the young boy hung his words.

"Yet."

The young lady was really ashamed, being told like that by a little boy, almost half her age. Her face redden from ear to ear, she felt like digging a hole deep down the earth.

"Don't be discouraged by a brat's words. I even said 'yet' at the end, right? Don't you understand what does it mean?" The young boy took his cup and went to the kitchen to take a second serving by his own.

'Is his mind more mature than his age?' She thought. She looked at her grandaunt to find an answer.

"He means that even if your explanation is too complicated for him now, you will be able to explain it better and more understandable, someday. That means, there is always a room to grow," the old lady ended up the pie on her plate and started indulging her usual black coffee.

"I know what he means, but being told by a kid something that I've already known feels so.... well, shameful?"

"Then, you are still at the border of common sense, your pride was hurt, right? Then, you are not lacking common sense as much as you thought before, Lynn." She smiled to her grand-niece.

The young boy came and put his cup on the table, "So, that thing is included as pride, huh?"

"Yes, it is. She doesn't want to lose to you," the old lady teased the young lady whom she already thought as her own granddaughter, "Don't you?" She looked at her mischievously.

The young lady pouted, "Yes I am. My pride got hurt by a boy. I am not wise enough, then."
"Instead of being hurt, why don't you try to explain it again? I am deeply curious." He looked earnestly curious, indeed.