Number 1, who is suspect of most things I say, (she thought the dollar coin the tooth fairy brought looked suspiciously like a dollar coin that had been on the counter earlier in the month), came home from her second day of Kindergarten brimming with excitement at the invisible buckets of happiness she'd learned about. It turns out that we each have one of these buckets. The theory goes that when someone is nice to you your bucket gets a little more full, and when you're mean to someone, their bucket gets a little more empty. Of course if you're mean to someone, your bucket gets a little more empty also, because it doesn't feel good to be mean to people. I told her that her new theory was awesome, and then told her I'd be right back. I had come down with a serious case of the giggles, and had to flee the room so she wouldn't think I was laughing at her new theory instead of with it. As I fled, my mind wandered through all the unintended consequences...