My family used to go on road trips with another family who had two boys around my age. On one of those trips, I rode with them in the middle seat, as usual. The only difference was that there were popcorn crumbs everywhere. The younger one took it upon himself to make spitballs and aim them at me. It was all in good fun. I, of course, squealed and begged him to stop countless times. His brother said to me, “I’ll protect you!” and covered me as best as he could.
Looking back, I am glad that their parents didn’t interfere. I now have a great memory and something to carry with me when I have a boy who throw spitballs at little girls. As long as there is no mean intention, I think I’ll let them have their fun so they can have memories just as I do.