Conversation in my house…
Noises in the background, children laughing, yellling, playing. Suddenly a sharp cry from the girl. A Moment of silences. da Girl starts crying. da Boy is yelling "I’m Sorry……I’m Sorry." I hear the sound of little feet running from the back of the house….
I use the phrases "da Boy" and "da Girl" in place of their real Names….
da Girl: Daddy…..da Boy hurt me……He hurt me…
D.A.D.: What happened???
da Girl: He hurt me…..He hurt me
D.A.D: da Boy……Come here
Sound of feet running from back of the house……."I’m Sorry Daddy; I’m Sorry da Girl"
D.A.D. da Boy…..What happened???
da Boy: Well, we were playing Ninja Turtle and I may have hit her…..
D.A.D. May have????
da Boy: Well, I did hit her, but I did not mean to hurt her. But we were playing Ninja Turtles…
D.A.D. OK……All right. da Girl….What happened?????
da Girl: He hurt me…….da Boy Hurt me.
D.A.D. OK….I got that. Now are you hurt, hurt like owie Ouch hurt? Or are you hurt to get da Boy in Trouble?
da Girl (Tears gone now) :I hurt so da Boy would get in trouble……….
D.A.D……….GO AWAY
