My Youngest is a little Hero.
Husband and our friend T took four children between them to the local swimming baths. I was Noticeably Absent, having lunch with Eldest and friend.
On coming out of swimming pool and crossing the car park, Youngest and T came across a possy of Youths. Larking about. Smirking. Talking loudly and Watching. Girls, all Snarls and Lipstick, leaning against wall. Two boys were fighting. Not really at it Hammer and Tongs, but looking rather Menacing. One pushed another into the hedge surrounding car park.
Youngest watches this in Total Disgust.
Points at the largest Youth.
'You,' he says Very Loudly and Sternly to the Miscreant, 'Are Not Playing Nicely.'
And with that walks on to the car. Little four year old back tall and straight.
Youths scuff the floor a bit with shoes. And move on.
Youngest. You rock.