Sitting on the couch one day, I was approached by my 4-year-old son, Henry. Henry looked down at the end table, which was covered with a layer of spilled breakfast cereal and asked, "Who did this, was it Aaron?" It was indeed Aaron who had spilled the cereal and then wandered away, leaving the mess. "Yes," I replied, "It was Aaron. He's such a bad boy." To which Henry responded, looking me right in eyes, "Then you must destroy him."
I laughed, how could I not?
Henry, ominously: "You must never laugh at me."