I like every one of them, but...

My wee one and Little G were playing with the Latvian sister's garden this afternoon. After 30 minutes, the bigger ones (my wee one and big sis) and the smaller ones (Little G and little sis) sort of separated from each other because they had different interests. Quite natural, isn't it.
But the small ones knocked my back door and moaned to me that the big ones didn't play with them. I don't like the idea of telling children what to do about their play. They should sort out their problems by themselves so that they will learn how to solve problems from their own experiences not from adults' instructions, you know. If the World War 3 was breaking out, I would intervene, though. And of course I tell them not to fall out with each other for little things because they are friends.

Soon later, my wee one cried her eyes out, which surprised me. She quickly went through a hole in a metal fence and came into my house. The little Latvian girl beat her with a stick and hanged on to her neck to attract an attention. As my girl hates any kind of violence, she didn't hit back.
She didn't go out again that day. So, I was the one who told the big Latvian girl that my girl still liked her but didn't want to come out again. Then, told the little Latvian girl that she should have spoken to my girl instead of hitting because nobody liked her when she hurt them. And Little G was proudly justifying the violence because she, too, wanted an attention from the older girls and she even said "But if you hit softly..." So, I shut her up by telling her that hurting is hurting no matter how soft you hurt somebody.

The little Latvian girl can't express herself in English very well. So, hitting must be her way to show frustration. But I wouldn't let anybody become her victim. Seems that she started realising she had done a bad thing because my wee one didn't come outside again even being told that the girl wanted to say sorry.

Tomorrow is the day for Little G's birthday party and everyone is going. I guess the bad air should be cleared overnight. They are children after all. But why do they all want to get me involved?? Why not asking other adults? It makes me tired, you know.