I was once whining to the Coach about how hard some of my kids seemed compared to other kids in our extended family. He looked at me and said, "Their kids? Compliant. Your kids? Non-compliant."
This was not said critically at all. In fact, there was more than a little non-compliance in that man's soul, as I remembered today when talking to one of my boys.
Shortly after the Coach had a major skin graft on the bottom of his foot (Melanoma! Weird!) TRQ was eager for him to a) heal by b) not doing anything stupid. So when the Coach wanted to plant flowers that spring, she called up my son, who was living in Provo at the time, to assist.
Mostly my son remembers his grandfather getting annoyed with him for not digging the holes in the right places. Meanwhile, TRQ took off with these instructions, "DON'T LET YOUR GRANDFATHER PLANT THE FLOWERS!"
As soon as she backed out of the driveway, the Coach grabbed the shovel away from my son and started digging.
With his bad foot.
Non-compliance at its finest.