After supper, the boys were in the living room playing while I was in the next room, and I heard a slap. A loud, sickening slap. Phillip had hit Thomas on the cheek, hard. While I consoled T, P was sent up to his room to calm down until he was ready to apologize. (The whole event was much louder and screamier and tear-filled than comes across here. And no, he didn't go willingly - Adam had to escort him up.) Phillip was instructed to apologize to Thomas when he was ready. After a few minutes, he yelled down the stairs,
"MAMA! HOW DO YOU SPELL 'AM'?"
"MAMA! HOW DO YOU SPELL 'SORRY"?
I think that the challenge of figuring out how to type out his message took him out of the intensity of the moment enough for him to settle down. He brought the note to Thomas and read it to him.
And then he brought this message for Adam and I.