They came stomping in the house. Clearly there was some kind of disagreement. Children and adults were simply taking off their coats and throwing them down and speaking very loudly in a tone that I didn’t appreciate.
“Hey, we need to adjust. Can you settle down in here or do you have to go back outside and try again?” It was about ½ and ½. Some went right back out and others stayed. I didn’t say anything else I just went back to writing in my notebook. Finally the youngest one said, “Don’t you want to know what happened?’
“If you can tell me in a nice voice and be calm and really want me to know that would be fine. If you would rather I don’t know that would be fine.”
“I don’t think, you think it would be fine if you knew.”
“I don’t think you would like knowing why we are, well, not very happy.”
“Oh, well it’s not really about me. You were over there with other adults. I wasn’t in charge, Remember I had to come home. Would you feel better if you told me?”
“No, I would feel awful.”
I said “Okay then,” and went back to my writing.
He then turned his volume up to a yell and said, “Well someone has to tell you.”
Do you want to hear the rest of the exchange?