The Gift of Persuasion.

This kid should be a lawyer. Or a con man. Or both.

These events occurred in two days, back-to-back.

1. Our sitter wasn't feeling well one day. Seven asked her what was wrong and she explained that her tummy hurt. Sev thought about it and said, "Oh. You must be sick. You need one bite of a cupcake and one sucker. ....*dramatic pause*... Seven's sick, too. Seven needs one bite of a cupcake and one sucker."

2. Sev woke up one morning and crawled into bed with me while I was being a lazy bum at 8 a.m. and was totally enthralled in this weird crap on the History Channel. She sat quietly for a moment next to me, and then started piping up about wanting to watch "Seven's tv" meaning Mickey Mouse, Little Einsteins, or whatever other CGI-created moderately educated junk she likes to watch. I told her that no, Mom was watching Mom tv and that she could wait to watch Seven tv. She sighed. Again, dramatic pause. Then she exclaimed, "OH! I almost got-for (which is her version of "forgot" and is probably the cutest expression ever) that I needed to watch Spongebob!" Oh, I see, so you forgot that you NEEDED to do something? Touche, little one. Touche.