Next thing I know I hear this little voice going, "You should NOT FIGHT! That's mean. Stop fighting!"
It's Jet. He's shaking his finger at the two girls, looking up at them and telling them, quite sternly, "You stop fighting! That's no good!"
Blink. Blink. A boy with the girls cheers Jet on. "You tell 'em. He's right, you know, you shouldn't be fighting."
The girls stare at Jet in astonishment, give each other another shove, and Jet is right up against their knees, pushing at them, "Stop it!"
John and I move up as Jet gets in danger of having a knee to the head. The girls take one look at us, blush bright red, and stop. Their companion give Jet a hi-5, which Jet does, but then he gets totally shy and hides behind John's legs.
I kneel down and give him a hug, "Good job, Jet."