The other day I found Reagan under the sink examining the pipes and explaining to me the similiar parts the bathroom and kitchen sinks shared and the ones they didn't....keep in mind this is the same girl that took apart a pen to see what kind of parts were in it and the same girl that also took apart our back yard screen door to see how it worked. Oy vey!
Reagan and I were painting our fingernails one afternoon. I did hers, then she wanted to do mine. I made the mistake of touching one and messing it up. Big HUGE sigh from Reagan: "MOOOOOOMMMMYYYY--you messed it up. That's ok, I'll just redo it." (She was actually doing a terrific job, which I made the mistake of telling her...) Then I noticed one of her fingernails needed to be redone....her comment "No, mommy, *I'LL* redo it. I'm VERY GOOD at painting fingernails." And the she proceeded to meticulously redo every single nail on both of our fingers as if disgusted by my inability to do something so mundane.
I'm not even sure she qualifies as a kid anymore...she's a little adult.