Harper had a little lamb

So the afternoon after I wrote that Harper couldn't possibly understand David and his angst, this happened:
We were at the park and Harper was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to push her Lightning McQueen in a baby swing (he is small and kept rolling through the leg holes) when she happened to look over and notice that Hudson was sitting down enjoying the contours of a small leaf which he had clutched in his little fist. She came charging over, bent down, and proceeded to pry off his tiny fingers and snatch the leaf. The park, it should be noted, is covered with approximately 86,745 leaves like the one he was holding, half of which she had stomped over in her zeal to steal his. I demanded she return the leaf, and also required a Lightning-free interlude during which she had to sit and Ponder Her Actions. It's like when the prophet Nathan went to David after David had Uriah killed so he wouldn't find out David had gotten Bathsheba pregnant (ah, yet another wholesome Bible story). Nathan tells him a story of a poor man with one little ewe lamb which he'd nurtured from birth, and the rich man who, though he had many lambs, took the poor man's treasured lamb to feed his guests. Harper, I am sorry to say, did not feel the same remorse as David. She did not pen anything remotely resembling Psalm 51. Though she was sad to be cast from the presence of Lightning McQueen. That's a start, hopefully.