Lessons in serenity

Yesterday I went to the supermarket with two of the boys; number two and number four. Strangely enough this particular combination of boys ended up being perfect for a trip to the supermarket. They were helpful; hardly any whining! When we were in the detergent isle suddenly, out of nowhere, a small boy of no more than two years old, leaped on top of my five-year-old and began to try to bite him. In what seemed like tenth's of a second, he managed to bring my son to the ground and started knawing at him like mad. The child's mom grabbed him and I pulled my boy behind me in one Jacky Chan movement. What happened next was what really got to me. Of course, the mom apologised. She was visibly quite embarrassed and upset. While I was checking my son for any marks, he went up to the mom and tried to calm her down. He said he was ok, that he wasn't hurt and that she shouldn't worry. After the mom told us that she's had a lot of trouble with her son, my son explained to her that he understood and that it was all in the past. So proud of my little guy!