C just walked right up to me with something in her mouth and put her head on my lap. She was obviously baiting me. I asked her why she wants to be a bad girl. Her answer?
"Just 'cuz."
Not looking forward to the teen years with this one. 
C is such a helpful child. J left the table to use the bathroom. While he was gone, C climbed into his chair and grabbed his pencil. "I'm doing J's math," she crowed as she drew wiggly circles all over his long division.
I was just about to post "So thankful that C hasn't figured out how to open zippers yet," when I found her under the dining room table sucking on my Burt's Bees Honey Lip Balm - which I keep, of course, in my zippered wallet.
Question of the day, posed by DH:
"Why does my little girl have a PISTOL in her tea set?"
Can you tell he works outside the home six days a week? ;)
Who on earth ever thought it a good idea to arm a toddler with a fork?