When my daughter was little she was a real firecracker. She was a real firecracker when she was a teenager and ... well, you get the idea.
One time when we were building the house and living in an apartment, my spouse took the kids to a local laundromat to do the clothes. I was working on the house. My daughter was 3 and my son was 1. My spouse told them to sit in the chairs while she loaded the washer. As soon as she moved toward the washer my daughter grabbed her brother's hand and took him outside. There was a sidewalk and a parking lot right there. My spouse saw them missing and ran outside and dragged them back in and scolded my daughter. My daughter stood there looking up with fire in her eyes.
Back into the seats they went and back to the laundry my spouse went. Sure enough my daughter got up grabbed her brother's hand again and out they went and the situation repeated itself. Only this time my daughter stared daggers at her mom.
The third time it happened my daughter got a swift whack on the butt. Suddenly she put her hands on her hips, stared up at her mom, flames coming from her eyes, and said, "NOW I'M REALLY MAD!!!" We're talking a three year old here.
It gave new meaning to the saying, "Kids say the darndest things." And it was a precursor for what was awaiting us in the future.
Felix, I feel for you man.