This morning I was experiencing a little road rage toward a driver who deliberately sped up to keep me from moving into her lane, and Atticus was confused about what I was worked up about, so I said that the other driver had been "mean." He said, "Not nice?" I said, "That's right. The other driver wasn't nice to us." When we got out of the car at his daycare soon after, he wanted to know who was the culprit. He pointed across the parking lot--"That car? There? There?" The car was gone, of course, but finally I just said, "Yeah, over there." He pointed his finger in that direction and shouted loudly, "That's not nice!" and said it over and over again.