I gotta say... I'm happy that I am generally surrounded by sensible people. Two examples, both from the kiddo's softball game Wednesday evening.
Example The First: Boneheaded Child Does Not Scare The Entire Park Or Get Himself Arrested
Kid. Toy gun. Not just any toy gun. Black toy gun with tiny orange tip so maybe from close up you can't tell it's real. But from far away? Black gun. That he was stuffing down the back of his pants. Good call, bozo.
Nobody freaked. Really. The peanut gallery, I mean, the row of softball moms who always sit together during games, discussed how stupid he was being and J commented that she was kind of sorry that she didn't have her badge on her so she couldn't scare the crap out of him. And that was the end of it.
Example The Second: Older Siblings Misplace Younger Sibling, Younger Sibling Safely Returned to Parents
In the fourth inning or so, a toddler wandered onto the field. All of our team's younger siblings (we have 3 of the approximate same age as the wandering toddler) were accounted for. Matthew collected up said wandering toddler and walked him back towards the playground. Eventually he was claimed by his older sisters (roughly 9 and 6) who then walked him over to the t-ball field where the parent was. I got a nine-year-old dissertation on this family from A (whose sister E is on the Rebels and sister I is on the t-ball team).
Again. Nobody freaked.