When I was in the military, I had a coworker who got chewed out by the commander for something or another. And he really couldn’t hide the fact that he was beaming with pride over it. I had never seen him so happy. I recently noticed similar behavior in my 3-year-old son. He will be directly rude to me and challenge me, in his own way. If I let it slide he will persist in his bad behavior. But if I respond aggressively and put him in his place (which just shocks his mother!) then he becomes very happy and obedient. There is apparently a trait in men where we test our environment to ensure order persists, and are only content to find that it does. So all that to say this: if I’m ever so useless that I suffer a heart attack doing routine chores, I will die happy knowing there is still some amount of justice in this fallen world.