"Oh it was little things. Someone ate the last cookie. It started raining. It stopped raining. Someone was mean to a dog on TV. That sort of thing. Children- they will be what they will be, no matter what." Nick shrugged. The joy of children was the whole reason he existed of course. The moodiness of children, a little less. What he'd seen was a little boy with a whole lot of feelings about everything. "I didn't say you should be ashamed. When did I say you should be ashamed?"
"Nick," Maria warned, and he subsided with a harrumph through his mustache.