I was a good girl as a child. I really was. That’s what makes this story so much more surprising. Well … normally I was an obedient child, but there were times my ideas got me into trouble. When I was little, I was restricted to drinking water in the kitchen because my folks said I was too young to be careful holding the glass. To prove to myself I was grown-up enough not to spill a drop from the glass, I decided I was going to drink in my bedroom despite the rule. Only one problem: I couldn’t reach up to grab a glass from our kitchen cabinet. So, I crept up the stairs (also not allowed) to knock on the door of our upstairs renter. I asked her in my sweetest little girl voice (which I still have at age 54!) if I could please have a cup of water. She must have figured I was playing tea party or something because she graciously gave me what I asked for.