I'm the bad cop

Today, on my ramble along the upstairs balcony, I heard two kids setting up a game. You remember cowboys and Indians. Rebels and stormtroopers?
     I heard I'm the bad cop and you're the protester.  Children play. That's sort of their job.  This one gave me the shivers. 
     I didn't want to watch and toddled back to my door.  Still, I heard shrill screaming.  Then raucous laughter.  Then shrieking. "No, I didn't do anything!" and more scary laughing from the bad cop.  And, Too bad.  I win!
     The little girl was the protester and the boy was the bad cop.  These children are usually playing outside in the evening.  Mom probably needs the break.  
     Dear God, let's see if we can make a better alternative for kids' games.  

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