Another grandson story. The pen I use for my graphics pad disappeared and remained lost despite hours of searching. My wife suspected this was something to do with our grandchildren. When Shalom arrived after kindergarten I inquired whether he knew anything about it.

"Yes, its under the bed. Sarah put it there."

When Sarah arrived I asked her what she had to say.

"Yesterday you said I was naughty and didn't give me a treat, so I hid your pen under the bed."

The story was so funny I couldn't punish her.

During lunch she misbehaved and my punishment was to give her a smaller piece of chocolate than Shalom got. I am a bad educationalist?