Jackson took my toy away, so I cried. Hearing Jacob’s answer, I almost wanted to laugh. This three-year-old thought the screwdriver was a toy. And when Jackson pulled it out of his hands, he cried because he lost his toy. But before I could say anything, Aiden yelled, his voice full of alarm. Don’t you go near my son.
Don’t you threaten my son. I turned to look at Aiden, my eyes cold as ice when I replied, “Shut up, Aiden. I’m not threatening anyone. I’m just talking to your son.” After that, Aiden fell silent. He wanted to say something more, but when he saw the anger in my eyes, he backed down. I turned back to Jackson. My son was still sitting on the sofa, still holding the screwdriver.
I gently took the screwdriver from his hands, then turned back to stand in front of Dad and Jacob. I held the screwdriver up in front of Jacob, my voice gentle as I asked, “Is this the toy that Jackson took from you?” Jacob’s eyes lit up when he saw the screwdriver. The boy smiled and quickly reached out to grab it, his face excited like he just gotten his favorite toy back.
At this point, I looked at Dad and said, “Dad put Jacob down. I want to see what Jacob will do with this screwdriver.” Dad looked at me hesitantly. He didn’t know what I was planning to do, but faced with my determined look, he finally did what I asked. When Jacob was sat down on the floor by Dad, I looked at Jacob, my voice gentle as I said, “Jacob, what do you want to do with this toy? Can you show me how you play with it?” Jacob didn’t say anything else.
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