Last time, her daughter's thoughts led the teacher to complain, saying they were outrageous and infuriating.
The teacher taught a word 'quilt' and earnestly explained its meaning in various countries.
Finally, the teacher added, "The thing spread on the bed is a quilt."
Yet, Xixi raised her hand like a curious baby and asked, "Teacher, you're wrong. Clearly, what's spread on the bed is my mommy."
"Yes, and what your mommy is covered with is a quilt."
Little Xixi shook her head again, this time louder: "No, what's on my mommy is my daddy—"
As a result, the teacher fainted on the spot.
This time, who knows what kind of spectacle Little Xixi will cause again.
