Folks, I do not understand my kid. Take just now, for instance. He had a touch of The Crazy and was flinging Playmobil pieces far and wide despite my attempts to stop him (some of them much nicer and less shout-y than others). He may or may not have laughed at me while he did it. I may or may not have threatened to reverse my position on spanking. And then I started putting the toys back into their bin and suddenly Sam was running around collecting pieces and putting them away. And he continued until they were all put away. And then he asked for food. I would check to see if he’s averse to iron but I kind of want to keep him.