Today, I caught my daughter doing something I'd specifically and clearly forbidden her to do (it involved vast quantities of candy, conspiracy with her friends, and lying to me.) She agreed her punishment fit the crime, and told me it was the worst thing she'd ever done. She asked me if I'd ever done anything as bad. Well...there was that time when I was three and I pushed my sister down the stairs, (I still remember it. I remember what I was thinking at the time. I wanted to see what would happen. I was surprised that everyone got so upset.) And then that other time when I was four and burned her with a hot poker (I still remember it, and again, remember what I was thinking at the time. I wanted to see what would happen. I wasn't expecting the screaming. I got in a lot of trouble for that one too). Obviously, my quest for knowledge began early, but apparently empathy developed later. Sometimes an open mind can be a dangerous thing.