It seemed as if every light in the house was on. That’s what little brothers do; they waste everything. They dump food on the floor, they leave water running, and they don’t turn off lights. That is an older sisters job, so that’s what I was doing. As I hunted for burning electricity I came across a whining and blubbering little boy. “What’s wrong now, Roger?” He was always crying about something, it was almost a part of our morning routine. While tears were dripping down his chubby cheeks he managed to whine, “Joseph ruined my project that I’d been working really, really hard on!” I immediately felt a surge of sympathy. I too, have had projects not turn out the way I expected them to, and for someone to purposely ruin them was wrong! Joseph,