to this:
I saw a man with a iron fist. The man poured coffee on himself in the pub (the cover was tightly wrapped on the cup), said "ups" (UPS, Carl), laughed, began to wipe out coffee from the clothes, table and bag and sent the child to the box to ask for more towels. Yes, the man was with a preschool child.
Is this Zen so perceived from the appearance of a child in which it is not possible to mother? Maybe try too?

I was raised in a decent family.
Rubicon fell asleep when mat became the norm, if anything.