My son’s friend, age 4, in a NASA costume and helmet, held a red sprinkled cookie in one hand. With his other, he took our soccer ball back from a group of older kids at the park.
He is a quiet little boy, so we do not what inspired him to go on his own to confront them. We did not hear how he convinced them to hand the ball over. It was a peaceful and seamless exchange. And with minimal fanfare, he handed the ball to my son.
“It’s your ball.”
I thought he was very brave.
His mother suspected they were thrown by the spacesuit.