Um, excuse me, please don't step on my mommy toes! Thank you.

Picture this: Jake, my little guy, was a tender 18 months and blissfully playing in the sandbox at our favorite neighborhood playground. I was sitting on the edge of the sandbox questioning my sanity (and the sanitary conditions - it was New York City, after all!), when all of a sudden another little boy poured a bucket of sand right on top of Jake's little defenseless head. I leapt up and yelled, "
Hey!" The momma tiger in me was ready to pounce. This child assaulted my baby! OK, it was sand, not acid, but still! Mommy rage took over. Suddenly, instead of reprimanding the offender, I stopped, dead in my tracks, and simply said loudly, "
Whose child is this?" while pointing at him. I scooped Jake - and lord knows what else - up from the sandbox and left. As a former hothead, I really was perplexed by my lack of response. I mean, should I have said something to the kid,
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