
On Saturday morning, I burst into the kitchen with my newest idea. “We can build a moon house from boxes!” I shouted.
When My Words Came Out Too LoudA child whose excitement overwhelms others learns to notice faces and voices, then adjust volume without losing joy.
1. On Saturday morning, I burst into the kitchen with my newest idea. “We can build a moon house from boxes!” I shouted.
2. At school, I told my friends every detail at once. The moon house would have windows, stairs, and a snack room. My words filled the whole room.
3. My friend Milo covered his ears. Tessa looked at the floor. I kept talking, because the idea felt too big to hold inside.
4. Then I noticed the faces around me. Milo’s shoulders were tight, and Tessa was waiting for a quiet turn. My words had been too loud.
5. I took a breath. “Milo, was my voice hurting your ears?” I asked. He nodded, then said, “A little.”
6. We made a plan. I would watch faces, listen to voices, and use a small voice when we worked close together. My excitement stayed, but it no longer had to shout.
7. “The snack room goes here,” I whispered. Milo leaned closer. Tessa smiled. Everyone could hear me, and I could hear everyone.
8. I still had a hundred words about the moon house. I looked at my friends, chose my volume, and let my joy shine through.
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