The Chore of Meanness

My granddaughter wanted me to be mean to her tonight. (We had watched in the past two days Cinderella with the nasty Step-mother and The Wizard of Oz with the Wicked Witch.) I said: "I can't be mean to you. I don't know how."

She was frustrated. "Be mean to me, Grandpa!"

I was equally adamant: "I don't know how!"

She put her hands on her hips and said, instructively: "If you don't succeed at first, try, try again!"