Noncompliance
Right after World War Two, my father went to Japan as a doctor for the Occupation Army. He brought along his wife Marjorie, his daughter Deborah, his young son Marc, and his then-youngest son Dan. (Seth and I were yet to be born.)
Aboard the ship, Earl found Marc repeatedly throwing a paper airplane towards an open porthole. Marc threw, missed, and retrieved the airplane, threw, missed, retrieved. Marc said to Earl, “Try to throw this airplane through that porthole.” Dad aimed, threw, and the airplane went straight through.
Marc started to cry. Dad asked why, and Marc said “I told you to try to do it, not to do it!”
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