The ethics of a 3 year old
We're driving in the car, and I stop at the stop sign at the end of our street, like always, but then instead of going immediately as I usually do in our quiet neighborhood, I wait for the pedestrians in front of the car to finish crossing the street. Which spurs this conversation...
Mica: Why'd ya stop?
Me: I wanted to let the people finish crossing the street. I didn't want to hit them.
Mica: If you hit them, you'd go to jail.
Me: No, I mean, yes, I might but it would hurt them and I don't want to hurt people.
Mica: You don't want to go to jail 'cause the food is yucky.
Mica: Why'd ya stop?
Me: I wanted to let the people finish crossing the street. I didn't want to hit them.
Mica: If you hit them, you'd go to jail.
Me: No, I mean, yes, I might but it would hurt them and I don't want to hurt people.
Mica: You don't want to go to jail 'cause the food is yucky.