So we were visiting Penny Sunday and noticed some commotion across the street. A few boys were in their tree screaming stop at their little 3 year old brother. He was trying to hit them with a saw. A REAL saw. We adult neighbors of course start yelling for him to stop. He doesn't, so I get up and march across the street. I looked at the little boy as I edged closer and said "put it down, now", I keep getting closer urging him to put it down. Then he starts walking towards me, still with it raised. I think "oh, crap, he's not dropping that" I am now backing up, then he starts into a run swinging it! I take off across the street while his brothers grab him and drag him back home. NEVER in a million years did I ever think I would be scared of a 3 year old! Also, NEVER in a million years have I been so happy that someone else's kid is not mine! If he were my child I would be sleeping with one eye open!
By the way. Where was my husband this whole time? Backing me up until I started running, at that point he was just about rolling on the ground with laughter. It was pretty hysterical!
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