Moral relativism

I am in the kitchen loading the dishwasher.

There is a loud wail from the living room.

It is clear that there is something of a brouhaha taking place.

It is clear that I must intervene.

TS is crying and proffers his right hand saying: 'Bite me! Bite me!'

I turn to TD and ask sternly: 'Did you bite your brother?'

She replies: 'No, not bite him - that's naughty. I pushed him over.'