Supper time hustle and bustle at an infant-facility.
Playing with his whole heart by sticking fingers into Miso-soup (soy-bean soup) ...that is Yuta-kun.
Tossing away deep-fried(tempura) kidney beans all over.......that is grinning-faced Yugo-kun.
Over there is another brave boy who is standing up and shouting aloud....
I tried to calm them down "Hey, boys, wait! Aren't kidney beans crying/asking you to eat, are they?" Somehow, I noticed my request echoed in vain.....
Welll, wait, I said to myself... come to think of it, there was certainly time before like this...time I had with my kids. I felt some strange and nostalgic feelings coming back to me! That's a kind of powerless setback or kind of surrender to their naughty mischief...They never stop and listen to how I wanted them to behave.
To my surprise, while I was cherishing my own memory vacant-mindedly, every kid managed to finish eating their portion of supper in time.
----------Im glad I didn't scold them!