You have seen this exact scene, probably from about three feet away. One kid does something to another kid. A grownup swoops in. “Say you're sorry.” And out comes the flattest, most joyless “sorry” ever spoken by a human being, aimed at the floor, delivered with all the sincerity of a hostage reading a statement. Both kids wander off. Nothing was repaired. A box got checked. We do this because we want to raise kids who take responsibility, and that instinct is a good one. But