As parents, we are sometimes forced to come up with quick answers to difficult questions. If you’re a mom or a dad, you know what I’m talking about.

Like where do babies come from, what does God look like, where does our dog go when it dies, etc?

So I was bracing myself for the worst as Greg and I were leaving an Indianapolis Indians baseball game last night with the boys. We came face-to-face with flashing red and blue lights and a man at the entrance, sitting on the street, handcuffed with police at his side. Greg shot me a glance, as if to say ‘I’m sure this will be interesting.’ After all, it’s not every day you see someone getting arrested. And for an added twist, the man appeared to be intoxicated and was openly crying. A loud bawl, if you will.

The ordeal was quickly interrupted by my 4-year-old, who asks more questions than Jeopardy’s Alex Trebek hears, when I instantly heard him say, ‘Hey Mom?’ I tried hard to find the words that would make sense to a young boy, when he stated…

‘He must be sad that the Indians lost.