Last night we went to a live performance of "Little Women" at a high school. I thought it would be good for the children to get off their screens, get a little culture, and support their friend who was in the play. It was a long car ride home, and it was late, and everyone was tired. Noah had borrowed a dollar from Sarah to buy a bottle of water at the play. She was ranting about immediate repayment of the principal, plus fifty cents interest. Noah was rebelling against the steep interest rate and saying he might not pay at all. He told her she'd just have to repossess his empty water bottle. She snatched it out of his hand and started beating him over the head with it. He yelled, "Stop hitting me with my repossessed water bottle!"
Proof that merely exposing uncivilized beasts to the performing arts does not automatically refine them.