All participants and spectators responded in an expected fashion:
I did what any good G-ma would do in a similar situation.....I screamed.
Shawna did what any good Mama would do in a similar situation....she stepped in and grabbed him in one fell swoop.
The golfers sitting out on the patio did what any good sportsman would do in a similar situation...they applauded.
And Jay did what any good big brother would do in a similar situation....he tried to keep a closer eye on his wayward brother the rest of the afternoon. (muttering under his breath...No, Cole; No, Cole.)
After our brunch we headed into the Fort town for a walkabout...we checked out the vintage cars, window shopped, and sat and waited for the train....