Leaving Orlando one time this kid behind me (maybe six) had some Disneyland stuff with him the TSA jerk would let pass. He really was upset and crying and the dad was arguing with the TSA agent about some plastic things that looked like a gun and a pirate sword (plastic) about a foot long. I grabbed the stuff and put them in my protected flight bag and told the TSA guy to have a nice day. In the terminal I gave the stuff back to the kid and then took him to the flight deck to show him around.
I assume you resisted the temptation to ask him if he liked gladiator movies...