Last night, I left Lola sitting in her high chair with her dinner while I went into the next room to change James' diaper.
Not ten seconds later, I hear my daughter mumbling something.
Then that something got louder.
Finally, I (and anyone within a mile radius) could make out the words:
Get back here!
The girl knows how to get a response, I'll give her that.
Let's just go ahead and pretend like I've never delivered those exact lines (in an identical tone) to her about a million times.
At our house, "smile" means "squint"