We arrive at the park. The boys tumble out of the van, fully armed with plastic Nerf guns and artillery, whooping and hollering at the top of their lungs.

I approach a park bench, and notice two very little boys seated on the grass watching the antics of my big “soldiers.”

“Guns…” the littlest boy says forlornly. “Why didn’t we bring guns?”

“Maybe they’ll share…”

They did.