One Sunday at church, while Aio was barely learning to crawl, we let him down to explore the family room saved for church-goers with little ones. There was a little girl around his age who was actively exploring as well. She banged on the pews as she loudly screeched in delight at the combination of sounds her plastic toy and the wood produced.
We smiled politely at her eagerness but was silently on guard as she came closer and closer to Aio.
As she hurriedly crawled towards him, arm poised to seemingly discover what sound her plastic toy would produce on my son's head, I tensed and got ready to pick Aio up before anything unpleasant happened.
But before I could even sweep him off, Jamie and Aadanne stood up swiftly, each on their brother's side. Their prompt reaction made the little girl halt on her knees. Dagger looks shot off my girls faces and jolted the poor little girl, sending her back crawling to her parents who smiled apologetically.
My girls did not even have to say anything. I guess everyone who saw knew, including the little girl, that Aio was not to be messed with. At least not with his sisters around.
