Sweet Jonas, you are six. I told you to stay five, and you wouldn't do it.
I saw a story on the news the other day about an eleven year old boy whose mother was being attacked by an intruder with a knife. The boy punched the man in the face, fought him for awhile, and then called 911. The attacker ran away and escaped.
I wept because I knew, deep in my bones and without having to even think about it, that you would do the exact same thing.
For better or worse.
Your response when I showed you the news clip? Fear? Intimidation? Awe?
"It's too bad the bad guy got away. I would have tied him up until the police got there."