My Worst Official Day as Aunt Beth came on June 22, 2012, when I watched a kindergartener push my small child nephew backwards off a baseball bench.
I was on my feet before he even hit the ground. The perpetrator saw a charging blonde rhinoceros of auntly fury raging towards the scene and vanished. This was a blessing; my employers tend not to look kindly upon attempted murder of a person not yet able to tie his own shoes; also, I’m pretty sure he could have taken me.
He was back on the bench by the time I reached him and checked for blood and bumps.