Yesterday my kids were fighting over a bouncy ball.  Being the proactive mother that I am, I decided to interject after about a half hour.  Assessing the situation, it appeared that Buster wasn't fetching the ball up to Little H's standards.  I told her that she needed to give Buster the ball since it belonged to him.  She decided to not just give it to him but actually launch it at his head.  Fortunately she 'throws like a girl' and it landed beside him on the couch.  Buster, having no idea that the ball was meant to incapacitate him, laughed and threw it back to her.  Little H got into the game, and they ended up throwing the ball back and forth for the next fifteen minutes.  She called me back into the room after about five minutes to witness the two of them getting along: