While slurping my wanton noodles, I saw from the corner of my eye that something white was falling. It turns out to be Madie taking the stuffing out of her teddy bear with a furry vengence of some sort. So I took it from her, stuff the cotton (or polyester fluff?) back in and gave it back to her, but at the same time, flipping it over so that the offending part wouldn't face her. Yet Madie promptly turn it over and resumed pulling out the stuffing. The scenario above repeats, and after that I just confiscated it from her and decides to fix it once I'm done eating my lunch.
Then in comes my mother with her own bowl of noodles (I ate straight out of the plastic bag, being the lazy arse that I am) and I told her about Madie disemboweling her fave toy. Immediately she goes, "I'll sew it now!" and promptly puts aside her lunch to repair it for my rather forlorn-looking Madie.
Madie stopped pining because she had her favourite toy back. My mother puts back the sewing set and eats her lunch. Madie is currently biting her toy, until a new hole will appear. And most probably, my mom will pause whatever she's doing to patiently fix it for her again.
I was just looking at the scene and it strikes me that it's funny how a simple action like this says a lot about how we do things.
And how we are like.