We were in the car. Just 15 minutes earlier his friend from school was visiting. There was an argument over a toy. I won't bore you with the details, but the end result was wild: the visiting child 1 inch away from my own son's face, screaming at the top of his 6-year-old lungs demanding my kid hand over an ooshie or a Beyblade. I can't remember what exactly. Insanity.
When I gently intervened, the child bizarrely burst into tears, inconsolable.
"Why was he crying?" My son later asked innocently, as I was driving.
"He doesn ...
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