"Okay, Mommy, you color the hair and I'll color the shirt."
Picking up the red colored pencil she had pointed to, I obediently pressed the tip to within the area designated as Ariel's hair.
"No, wait!" Sprite snatched the pencil from me. "I'll do it. You do the shirt."
Ignoring the tiny impulse to lecture about her tendency to take things: pencils, crayons, remotes, my time, I instead turned my attention to the blue pencil and began to trace the shirt.
"No, Mommy. It's wrong. You're doing it wrong."
"It's not wrong. It's a shirt. I'm coloring the shirt blue. Didn't you want me to?"
She smirked, shaking her head. "Fuhgettabowdit," she drawled, using her left arm to gather the rest of the colors to within the safety of her embrace.
"Who taught you that?"
Her eyes became pure innocence as she looked up at me. "Taught me what?"
"Forget about it."
"No. Who taught you-"
"Can I have a snack?"
"What? Wait, I want to-"
"Do we have strawberries?"
"Sprite, I want to- no. We don't have strawberries."
"Can I have a banana?"
"Um.... yes. We have bananas."
"Thank you so much, Mommy!" Batting her eyelashes and flashing some teeth, she picked up her pencil once more to return to dyeing the Mermaid's hair as I, completely lost on my train of thought, didn't even realize I derailed until after I fetched her a banana.
I think I need to scratch a notch into her side of the score card.