I had a fun little incident yesterday. Took the kids (two sons, 6 & 3 and a daughter, 4) to a nearby park. We're staying with a friend of my wife while we waiting for our new house to close so it's a park I've only been to once or twice before. My wife's friend is off work (my wife is teaching a class) and so she comes with us. Anyway, my kids are playing and I notice a kid (maybe 6 or 7) is being a brat. Two girls - my daughter and another girl - are on the rocking animals (the ones with the giant springs) and he's yanking on the rockers to make them go much faster so I ask him politely to stop so they they don't hit their heads which he reluctantly does. Then he gets his soccer ball and is trying to kick it at the kids on the climbing dome, including my older son. I'm scanning for his parents when he kicks the ball again and misses the kids climbing but manages to drill my 3 year old in the back as he was walking, knocking him down. So I scoop up my son (who is upset but not crying) and in my teacher voice (a bit out of practice after being out of the classroom for a few years) I say with a bit of authority, "Don't kick your ball AT people. If you want to kick it, go do it in the grass where there aren't people". Meanwhile my oldest is yelling from the climbing dome, "say sorry to my brother! you need to say sorry" which elicits only a blank stare from the boy. My wife's friend points out that there's a smaller section of playground with no on using it about 100 yards away so she gathers the bigger two and we head that way with me carrying my youngest. When we're about 20 feet away she tells me that what she assumes is the other boy's dad has walked over from the baseball field and is "mean mugging us" and that "he's dressed like a Norteno". Given that she worked corrections and now is in records for the PD I don't doubt her conclusion especially after I take a quick over the shoulder glance which also verifies that he's now following us. Next comes a stream of obscenities. "Hey! Who the F*** are you?! Don't F***ing talk to my son! Turn around b**** a**!" I don't see a way that this is going to go well, but with him getting closer I don't want to be holding my son if anything happens so I set him down and tell my wife's friend to keep walking with the kids. When I turn around he's about 3 feet away, fist cocked, when he more or less yells, "What the f***?" I'm not really sure how to answer this so I simply and calmly say, "I asked your son to stop kicking his ball at people after he knocked my 3 year old over". "It's none of your f***ing business what he does" I'm momentarily stunned by the logic involved here so I simply say, "that's fine, we're going over to the other side of the park." But I don't turn because I figure he's just looking to fight and I don't really need to get sucker punched on a Sunday morning. After a pause he waves dismissively and says "whatever, b**** a**" and turns to walk away. Which is when I notice that he's got a poorly concealed gun in the back of his jeans. Good times.