Mooncake Festival in Chinatown

This Sunday we took advantage of having nothing to do in the afternoon to go down to Chinatown and have a family lunch.
Unbeknownst to us, it was the Mooncake Festival time, so when we got to the main drag of Chinatown (the only drag, actually) we were greeted by a parade of dragons and paper lanterns to add to the already colourful atmosphere.
The meal was lovely - finally, some decent Chinese food in London! But Adriana was forced to eat nothing by steamed rice and a sliver of bbq pork, since she wouldn't try or eat anything else.
Although we asked our server what the festival was all about, her limited English made it difficult for her to describe in detail what the festival was all about, so we didn't press her.
I've since looked it up on Wikipedia, which describes the 8th month of the lunar calendar was having the brightest moon, and the Chinese having an autumnal festival at the same time to celebrate the end of the harvest. The mooncakes refer to an ancient tale of the Chinese's struggle against the Mongols and using mooncakes to communicate an uprising to rebels on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month.
Interesting....even more interesting was the oriental family sitting across from us, a youngish couple with 2 young boys. They ordered things I had never seen in my life before, but bound to be more authentic than the sweet and sour chicken we ordered. I'd always been jealous of these families that can go to restaurants with young children and manage to be so quiet that you forget the children are there - and oriental families are a prime example of this. With my brood the decibel level seems to increase in public places - it's as if they think that the minute we step outside the house, I've gone deaf and need to be shouted at continuously. Anyways, there's a lull in noise at our end of the restaurant, when all of a sudden, the Chinese Mum yells at one of her small sons who's slipped under the table: "SIT ON YOUR CHAIR, NOW!!" I was so shocked, I looked around at my kids to make sure it wasn't one of mine who'd slipped under their table.
But no, it was definitely hers, as she stood to haul him out from the floor and place him squarely on his chair.
Somehow it made me feel a bit better about my children's behavior until:
"Mama, do all China people have lines for eyes?" (Could she have said it any louder?????????)