So Angela and I are walking in Queen's Park in New West and we decide to sit by a little waterpark where kids are playing. As we watch, some of the kids try to tempt an inquisitive squirrel with some kind of golfball-sized green nuts that are scattered all over the park. Finally, a kid just chucks one of the things, but it lands in one of the shallow streams. The squirrel awkwardly tries to chase it as it rolls downstream, but the critter doesn't want to get wet, so it gives up. So some other kid plucks the nut-thing out of the water downstream. The kid who originally threw the nut doesn't get upset or anything, he just watches as this second kid washes the gunk off the nut.

Then, out of nowhere, the mother of the first kid comes stomping up to the second kid, "Hey. Hey! Excuse me. I believe that's my son's nut. You took my son's nut." And she's all down in this kid's face when she puts her hand out expectantly. The second kid just slowly puts the nut in her hand, and she officiously returns the nut to her son.

Like, what the hell? They're just playing. It's not like he went and stole something out of your son's hand, and even if he did, it's a big green SEED; there's tons of them all over the ground. Why do you need to intervene and get all authoritarian with some poor kid. Is she gonna do this when her son is 20?

Lady, don't worry about other kids, looks like you're doing a pretty good job of taking away your son's nuts yourself.