We were at the mall play area on a play date. I was chatting with my friend and, all of a sudden, I heard Annie yelling. I turned and looked out on the area to see my puppy-eyed son crying and my curly haired little girl in a boy's face yelling, "DON'T PUSH MY BROTHER!" It was such an outburst that a crowd of children gathered around in a semi-circle around Annie, Sam, and the (poor) perpetrator. It was like a bar brawl with Annie looking around and into each kids eyes, sticking her arms out as if telling them all to step back, and then one final command. "NO ONE push my BROTHERRRR!" By this time, Sam's crying had been distracted by bewilderment as he stood and stared.
Don't worry about anything, Sam. You've got Annie.
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