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The other day I took my neighbor some extra tomato plants I had because I knew that the seven inches of rain followed by a couple of extra chilly nights had done a number on hers. As we stood in the back yard visiting, her two boys—a preschooler and kindergartner—were playing on the swing set. After a minute or two, the older one got off, picked up the permanent marker his mom had been using to make plant markers, and started to write something on the swing set.

Without missing a beat, Mom looked him straight in the eye, called him by name, and said “Don’t you even think about it,” in a not-too-harsh, but I-mean-what-I-say kind of voice. The little guy looked at her, looked down at the marker, looked back at her, and…dropped the marker, turned around, and went back to what he had been doing.