The young lady looked at him silently and suddenly burst in laughter.
"Hey, I am serious here."
"OK, OK," She wiped some tears on her eyes, "let's try it one more time." She held her breath, thought seriously, trying to find the simplest example, which was not easy at all. One minute passed, with every body waiting for her.
"What is common, in your point of view?" She asked him back finally.
"Common? Isn't it something general, something which is mostly?" He replied uncertainly.
"And how about sense?" She smiled, knowing how to make this right.
"Sense is... feeling. I mean, not in the mood feeling, but maybe... maybe like when you are touching something, smelling something. Isn't it?" He replied in a higher uncertainty.
"How about danger? Don't we also 'sense' danger?" The old lady chimed in, smiled faintly.
"I think so... too?"
"Then you are getting closer, little boy." The old lady stood and came closer, rubbed the young boy's head.
She touched the young lady's shoulder and whispered, "Just a bit more."
"How do those two connect? I still don't get it, to tell you honestly," the young boy still insisted.
The young lady chuckled softly, " You are indeed, clever but dense."
"Dense? What does it mean?"
"Wow, easy little boy, easy. Don't ask too much at once. You will get more confuse than now. I really do have to choose my words carefully, talking with you. OK, let's review it. Common means general, right?" The boy nodded as an answer. "And sense is more like... feeling, isn't it?"
He nodded again, slowly and uncertainly.
"Now, how will it be, if we combine it?" She smirked faintly, felt satisfied before hand.
"Er.., general... feelings...?" He answered doubtfully.
"Exactly!" She nearly jumped from her chair. The old lady smiled behind the bar, 'she is no different than him,' she thought.
"Common sense is... what people generally think, or do, or fell, as a reaction or response upon something. Is it simpler than before?"
The young boy touched his chin, stared emptily to his half-filled cup of coffee milk, thinking. 'There is something which does not fit, something is missing,' he thought.
"If it is so, then," he paused and scratched his chin which wasn't actually itchy.
"What's the difference with something your so called logic?"
And the smile from the young lady faded. The old lady finished washing the dishes and came back to the chair. She could see a glimpse of confusion in her lovely grand-niece.
The young lady chuckled softly, " You are indeed, clever but dense."
"Dense? What does it mean?"
"Wow, easy little boy, easy. Don't ask too much at once. You will get more confuse than now. I really do have to choose my words carefully, talking with you. OK, let's review it. Common means general, right?" The boy nodded as an answer. "And sense is more like... feeling, isn't it?"
He nodded again, slowly and uncertainly.
"Now, how will it be, if we combine it?" She smirked faintly, felt satisfied before hand.
"Er.., general... feelings...?" He answered doubtfully.
"Exactly!" She nearly jumped from her chair. The old lady smiled behind the bar, 'she is no different than him,' she thought.
"Common sense is... what people generally think, or do, or fell, as a reaction or response upon something. Is it simpler than before?"
The young boy touched his chin, stared emptily to his half-filled cup of coffee milk, thinking. 'There is something which does not fit, something is missing,' he thought.
"If it is so, then," he paused and scratched his chin which wasn't actually itchy.
"What's the difference with something your so called logic?"
And the smile from the young lady faded. The old lady finished washing the dishes and came back to the chair. She could see a glimpse of confusion in her lovely grand-niece.
"Why don't you go to the kitchen and help me preparing the meal, Lynn? It's soon the lunch time," she smiled at the young lady.
"But granny...," she let her words hung. She hadn't admit defeat yet. But the old lady in front of her smiled as if saying to her, let me handle this. She gave up and stood, walked slowly and quietly to the kitchen.
"You are helping her, owner. I thought she will be my teacher today."
"She is not ready yet, let me help her to become a better teacher for you."
"What is that, you are not fair, owner." He pouted and puffed out his cheeks. He really looked like a little kid. Nobody would realize he just defeated a young lady almost twice his age.
"Because that's how my logic works."
The boy stopped pouting. He was interested by her answer. His eyes widened in excitement, he could feel it, he would get his answer from the old lady sitting in front of him.
"Logic doesn't always fit in to the common sense, little boy. Because everybody has their own logic. Sometime it could fit with some other, which accumulated and make it into a general thing. That's when the logic becomes common. But still, you don't have to force the common sense to be yours, or vice versa."
The young lady overheard it, but she couldn't understand it at all. She took a peek to the shop, and she saw sparks of understanding from the boy's smile.
"I was defeated, huh? So that's how she teaches him?" She smiled and turned on the oven.
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