Nate was in trouble today. He had to sit in the "blue chair" which is really just a regular wing back in our living room. To the kids, however, it's time-out. He began to smile at me. He has such a sly, mischievous little grin. He kept his eyes locked with mine, and the smile on his face as he slowly started to slip down out of the chair. He knew what he was doing was wrong. Yet, he looked me straight in the face and as he was sliding out of the chair he said "You're my best friend!" Already at age 2 1/2 he has figured out that honey catches bees, not vinegar.