Olive the other Reindeer needed a warning and remedial training

By the time they’re toddlers, the capacity to work out what they’re going to grow up to be becomes even more pronounced. I recently watched two little boys (no reference to a ditty no longer played because it was once sung by Rolf Harris) in a pre-school going at each other with such ferocity, you had to wonder if they would be returned intact to their parents at the end of the day. But when they exhausted their belligerence, they co-operated quite happily in some finger-painting. You could see them at a boardroom table a couple of decades down the road. Pitched battles and pints.
Sometimes, though, what you can see in a kid is more serious.