I invited my family to an art class. We all sat down and the teacher was explaining some things, while Bosco grabbed some paint and ruined an expensive engraving. The teacher looked at Bosco disapprovingly, then looked at Margaret, but Margaret seemed to be oblivious to it. Then she looked at me. I felt like playing dumb and pretending not to be aware of the situation, but courage came from within and I stood up and told Margaret she had to take Bosco home, he had ruined an expensive engraving and he had to be punished. Margaret left with Bosco, and my father told me "that was the right thing to do".