A second after the plastic shovel hit my son's arm, the other boy's mom was rushing toward the sandbox, a look of Can't I relax for five seconds? on her face.I made my way over too probably with the same expression trying to signal that it was fine (my son was busy playing with some other germy, sandy toy and barely seemed to notice), but she was already on her knees, eye level with her son, speaking in language that many millennial parents would recognize.
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