Last night I took Son #3 and Son #4 to the mall, to exchange a Christmas gift and use up their gift cards. The nearest mall is an hour from our house, so...kind of a big deal, if you are 12 or 13.
Leaving GameStop, the Sons noticed a small child frantically calling for his mommy.
Yeah, the Sons get all the credit. I was not paying attention.
OK, so we looked around and didn't see anyone who could qualify for this little kid's mom, so Son #3 volunteered to track down a police officer while Son #4 and I bought the boy a lemonade.
Fear goes better with lemonade, when you are maybe 3 years old, we figured.
The lemonade, mall cops and missing mother all arrived at around the same time. As the Sons and I were relaxing in the food court, I realized: for the first time, our boys FOUND a lost kid, instead of BEING a lost kid.
Pretty flippin' awesome.