Tonight during dinner the following exchange took place. It appears as though Punkin has it all figured out. Now we're doomed.
The Mrs.: (exasperated after the tenth request for Punkin to sit in the chair and eat dinner) Punkin, sometimes you drive me crazy.
Punkin: (playing with her carrot) Nooo, you drive me cuhwazy.
The Mrs.: Yeah, well, welcome to my world.
Punkin: (still playing with her carrot but oh-so-coyly peering up at me with anything but innocent blue eyes) It's not yo woold. It's my woold*.
The General: Truer worlds have never been spoken.
*Translation: It's not your world. It's my world