“I need to talk to you guys about something that happened on Friday,” I say as we walk to school on Monday morning.
I am holding Noah’s hand as Myles zips along beside us. I could have said something at breakfast as they wiped the sleep from their eyes and ate their cereal, but I didn’t know if they would go to school after that.
“There was a shooting at a school on Friday,” I say, “and Mommy and I want to be sure you hear about it from us and not someone else.”
“The important thing,” I continue, “is that it happened far away from here.”
I say this because we read that this is what you are supposed to say."