Not much backstory is needed, but my neighbors just got a really fast toy car thing for only kid. This thing is legit. I don’t know what they’re called, but it is really fast and metal and was probably really expensive. I’m going to be calling it The Cart

Anyways, The kid (let’s call him Billy) loves The Cart and he drives it every day. His parents are always watching him and making sure he’s being safe, but it’s tiring to be super vigilant after the first couple of weeks, so they topped watching him as closely. I understand that. They still look up from whatever they’re doing every 45 seconds or so so whatever. But we live across the street from the elementary school that everyone goes to, so every school morning the street is packed with school parent’s cars because no one wants to use the small parking lot that is under construction. I was walking my kid to school and Billy turns from around a pick up truck and is going full speed at my boy. This was the biggest scare I’ve gotten since my kid almost got ran over but my wife pulled him away. I guess I was having some PTSD but an incredible load of adrenaline shot through me and I grabbed my kid and yanked him by the backpack into the car to my left and I grabbed The Cart as the other kid was riding it and flipped it sideways. Luckily Billy was wearing a helmet because he kept sliding while sideways and his helmet has a few scrapes on it. As soon as I saw that my kid was fine I rushed over to Billy. He is screaming and crying, but perfectly fine. I feel really bad because I didn’t even need to flip his cart because I already pulled my kid away from his path, but it was all so fast I did it without thinking.

After everyone was calmed down, the neighbors were asking me what happened because he pick up truck was blocking their view. I told them the whole story. The Cart is ruined, but we didn’t talk about that. They had mixed emotions about my response. On one hand, I saved both kids from colliding and no one got hurt, but on the other hand, I almost severely injured their son in order save mine. It was all instinct though I wasn’t thinking about it. The dad was happy that everyone is ok, but the mom was pissed at me, and for good reason. I would be acting the same way. I was just scared about the fact that I cared so little about the safety of Billy and just flipped his cart.

So I guess it’s not whether or not I’m the A-hole, but rather a question of whether or not I’m in the right.