
On Being Well-Behaved
My mother loves to tell this story about a two-year-old Madison: I was playing in another room and suddenly became very quiet. She was understandably suspicious - a quiet two-year old is rarely a good sign. "Madison?" she asked, "What are you doing in there?" To which I promptly shouted in reply, "I'm being-haved, Mom!" She loves the story as a sign of my early scholastic brilliance - the fact that I had been told to "behave" so many times that I had conjugated the verb to "b