Cass, out in the kitchen, begging to be able to plug in the toaster by himself:
"But Mom! I'm such a chef with toast and cereal!"
and while he and I were enthusiastically debating his turning on electrical appliances without me there, Rosey ran in with the tv remote. Pointing it at my chest, she whammed on the buttons.
I was side-tracked. "R, what on earth are you doing?"
"Too loud, Mama. Too loud."
Yup. She was trying to turn my volume down.