I'm going to write this in my diary!!!

This happened at a park I stopped by on the way home from soccer the other day.

It's a park I recently discovered.
Today was the second time we've played there.

The first day we came, they had a huge fight,
and the other kids around were completely put off.

Feeling sorry, we left early.

"I want to play at this park!!"

"You can, if you can play without fighting.
If you fight, we're leaving right away, okay?"

"Okay!!!"

The answer was a perfect 100 points.

At first, things went smoothly.
They were running around happily, laughing.

—But.

Over something like whose turn it was on the slide,
the mood started to turn sour.

Ah, here it comes.

Just as I was about to step in to mediate,

my son shouted.

"So-and-so!! That's terrible!!
I'm going to write this in my diary right now!!!"

……Write it in his diary?

It was so fluent and so serious,
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It wasn't tattling,
and it wasn't telling on them,

it was "writing it in his diary."

What a literary protest.

The park happened to be empty today.

Well, I guess that's fine.

With that one phrase,
the tense atmosphere from a moment ago vanished somewhere.

—I think we'll play a little longer today.