Context: I’m playing Crab Soccer with Natalie and Phillip, my favorite 5 year olds. It’s just like real soccer, except you’re on your hands and legs like a crab. And then I accidentally kick the ball, and it hit Natalie’s head. She runs away, sobbing, into her dad’s arms. I’m feeling terrible. And the following conversation ensues:
Me: Phillip, do you think Natalie will be mad at me?
Phillip: Maybe…she might try to punch you on your bottom.
Me: Oh no…really?
Phillip: Yeah. But don’t worry. If she does, I’ll be your shield.
Natalie didn’t end up trying to punch me on the bottom. But it’s good to know that Phillip will protect me if she ever does.
