Each day when I would come home from work I would drop to
my knees and ask my 4-year-old son if he wanted to box. I
wanted him to learn how to protect himself. We would spar
around for a few minutes before supper.

One day my wife and I took our son to get new shoes. The
shoe salesman was fiendly and allowed my son to try on
several pairs of shoes before we decided on a particular
pair that he liked. We asked if he wanted to wear them home
and he replied, "yes".

The salesman, who was kneeling on the floor in front of our
son, held the old shoes in his hands and asked, "do you
want a box?"

Our son stood up and punched him right on the nose. After
grabbing our son we had to spend the next several minutes
explaining why this happened. Luckilly, our salesman was
also the father of a 4-year-old.