Yesterday, while standing in line at the supermarket, I noticed Raphaela fiddling with the candy bars that they inevitably place to entice children and torture parents.

I was about to open my mouth with a firm, "No, we are not buying candy," when I realized that Raphaela had not intended to ask.  Instead, it bothered her that the candy had been scattered willy-nilly on the shelf, and I watched as she put them in order in a perfectly straight line.