Nathan, a chunky 11-year-old I’ve never actually seen at BGTM, was sent to his room.  For whatever reason his nerf toys were taken from him and were sitting in the kitchen with Leah and I.  Next thing I know, a hand reaches around the corner and snags ‘em…then Nathan runs back to his room and slams the door.

I say I’ll take care of it, but Leah follows me in.  The boy starts kicking and punching at me.  I grab him by the arm and drop him to the ground (a little rougher than they’d like, probably).  Leah comes over and grabs his other arm.

Seeing that he’s getting nowhere with me he starts fighting Leah–even though, at this point, I’m the one holding him down.

I remember thinking, as soon as I woke up, “What if he would have broken her leg?”