I was definitely a goody-two-shoes when I was younger. I was mostly terrified of getting in trouble and it didn’t happen often because I didn’t want to be punished. So of the 3 of us I was usually the better behaved.
Now the one thing I was guilty of was siding with either my brother or my sister in a situation. I was the oldest and I guess they just never thought to gang up on me.
Anyhow one day in Kindergarten (6 years old) I was told to not do something. I wish I could remember what it was at this point, but the memory of the exact circumstances eludes me. Now I might be a goody-two-shoes, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be stubborn when I wanted to. And I do mean stubborn. I would forget about getting in trouble when my mind was made up.
I was yelled at to stop doing whatever it was and I smartly told her NO! This stunned her because I was always a good, respectful kid.
Then she ordered me to the corner. Again I told her NO!
She practically dragged me over to the corner and I was told to stay. I stayed, but my face was not facing the corner. She finally gave up. She probably figured she made as much progress as she was going to in the situation.