We met Maks and Kari at the Catholic school playground for a playdate tonight.
McKenzie the daredevil gives me heart failure when she walks across this "bridge".

Maks and McKenzie playing on the bench.

Maks inspecting the "cave".

Tonight, McKenzie was playing over on the far side of the playground and there were two boys over there.
One looked to be a few years older than her and the other around 11 or 12 I think. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the younger of the two ran over toward McKenzie and yelled something at her but I was not entirely sure they were not playing.
McKenzie, shortly, came walking over to me holding her tummy and with her lip out. She had tears in her eyes and told me that her tummy hurt and he had hit her. I clarified that the boy had hit her tummy and she said yes.
I picked her up and walked over to the boys. The older boy was dialling a cell phone and the younger boy was hiding from me.
I asked the older boy if the little guy was his brother and if his brother had hit McKenzie. He confirmed both.
I went to talk to the boy and heard the older boy talking to his mom telling her that "he's not behaving; he hit a girl and then yelled sorry at her (guess that is what I had seen)"
I tried to talk to the boy but he was in the middle of a tantrum and continued to have one while his brother tried to get him on his bike to go home since he was being bad.
I am very proud that I tried to talk to them instead of following my mom instinct to protect McKenzie and retaliate on that little guy. It was much harder than I thought to "be the adult". Luckily she was not seriously hurt.
Maks was so cute. When McKenzie went over to him and told him the boy hurt her tummy he gave her a hug and kissed her tummy better. What a guy!!!!