Lauren, Lindsay and I helped out with a craft hour after school to create snowflakes for our winter community service initiative at school. We were there until about 5 PM with another mom and her son. Adrian is a year younger than Lauren, but they were playing some sort of game that was somewhat violent while Maddie and I finished stringing snowflakes and cleaned up all the crayons and scraps of paper. At some point, a para came in and had an exchange with the kids. It ended with her yelling at Lauren for blocking the door with a foot raised.
At talking time once Alec was home, we discussed the days events.
"And then Lauren got in trouble for trying to kick a para..." I said.
"What made you think that that was a good idea?" Alec asked.
Lauren erupted into tears. "I...don't know..."
"I think that maybe Lauren and Adrian were playing a game and they thought that the para was playing too until she...wasn't..."
"Is that what happened?"
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Adrian and me were playing cops." She said through tears. "And we were investigating a perp who tried to get away, so I was trying to stop her."
"Was the para playing?"
"I thought she was, but then she got mad." Lauren once again began sobbing.
"Alright. You don't have to cry about it...it sounds like a misunderstanding. But Lauren, trying to kick a teacher is not a good idea - that will always get you in trouble. So, it sounds like you were playing, and there was a misunderstanding and you made her angry. What are you going to do about it?"
"What do you think the first thing is?"
"Don't kick a para?"
Alec and I avoided each others eyes and stifled a laugh.
"To say, 'We were playing yesterday, and there was a misunderstanding. I am sorry for making you angry.' to the para."
"Oh, and Lauren?"
"Don't kick a para."