Sweet boy #2 was in trouble. I caught him dousing his head with about 1/4 of a cup of pink Calamine lotion. I had marched him out to the hunky hubby for trial and the administration of whatever sentence we decided on when we were overrun by a vigilante who took matters into his own hands. Seeing that his brother had done wrong, 21 month old Sweet Boy #3 ran up behind his brother and with a stern scowl on his face proceeded to whack him viciously across the back. The expression upon his young face was clear “You got what you deserved evil doer. Ha ha ha ha ha”
In the end we figured that due to his overeager sibling, sweet boy #2 had already suffered enough for his crimes and we let him go free. Now we understand why the Gotham city authorities are always so ticked with Bat Man. Vigilante justice, it’s just plain rude.