Instead, I give you this:
Once upon a time, a small boy, only two,
wanted to do something really badly,
as small boys of two are apt to do,
but his mother disallowed it.
Undeterred, the small boy
went into the kitchen
and spilled a cup of juice.
As his mother knelt to clean it,
he smiled and ran off
to the very thing she had made
unmistakably clear he could not do.
His grandmother's love this story.