"I remember taking my daughter to the playground when she was about two. A particularly provocative little monster of about the same age was standing on the same bar she was gripping. I watched him move towards her, our eyes locked. He slowly and deliberately stepped on her hands with increasing force over and over as he stared me down. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Up yours, Daddio" That was his philosophy. He had already concluded that adults were contemptable, and that he could safely defy them. Too bad then that he was destined to become one. That was the hopeless future his parents had saddled him with. To his great and salutary shock, I picked him bodily off the playground structure and threw him 30 feet down the field. No, I didn't, I just took my daughter somewhere else, but it would have been better for him if I had."