Fishie Park Ass Memory

I remember going to the a park next to my parent's house. We call it the fishie park. I was there with my little brother Jaeden. We started to play a game of tag with some other kids and the ball they had.
The girl, whom the ball belonged to, decided she wanted to leave. She walked up to Jaeden, who had the ball at the moment, and ripped the ball out of his hands, "I'm going home". She said in a snotty voice.
Looking at her in surprise by how rude and disrespectful that was, the words slipped out of my mouth. "Well you don't have to be an ass about it."

We continued to play a different game with the kids that were there. Not needing that ball to have fun.  We played like nothing happened.

Not too long, seriously a couple minutes. The mother of the daughter comes at me, as quick as she can walk, anger in her face. I smile at her, stopping what I am doing and wait for her, it's easy to tell that she is coming for me and no one else at the park.
She then goes on to ask if I was the one who called her daughter the 'A' word.
For a split second, I thought; you can lie. Pretend like it never happened, but I pushed that thought away from my mind. Looking at the mother I nodded and calmly said yes.
She went off on how her daughter was in tears because of it. How her daughter was coming home at the time that she was asked to come home. How I shouldn't be talking like that around children.

I listened and took a deep breath. When she was done, I told her what happened. That she had taken the ball from my brother; which she quickly informed me that it was in-fact her daughter's ball.
I told her I understood that, but it was in the manner of the way that she took it from my brother.
I told her that we would have given it back, but that her daughter came and ripped it out of his hands like she had the right to do so. That it was rude, disrespectful, and uncalled for. All she had to do was ask and be nice, not being an ass about it, and she would have gotten her ball back.

The mother dropped her head.
I simply apologized for calling her daughter an ass, then asked for an apology from the daughter to my brother by how she treated him.
The mother apologized for her and walked away.

I can honestly say to this day that I do not regret calling her an ass. I hope that girl and her mother both learned a lesson, just like I learned a lesson that day.  I hope that girl doesn't just remember someone calling her an ass, but the reason she was called that and that she ends up showing respect towards others.