Little A has a talent for being freakishly adorable even when she’s behaving really badly.

On the bus tonight, she at one point turned sideways in her seat (she was in the window seat, I was in the aisle seat), braced both her feet against the wall of the bus, and pushed off hard, launching herself across my lap with considerable force, knocking my purse onto the floor and nearly sending both of us crashing into the midst of the passengers who were standing in huge aisle.

As I was trying to simultaneously retrieve my purse from the floor and wrestle her back into her seat, with her fighting me every step of the way, I snapped “Little A! Stop that! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

In equally irritated tones, she replied “Muime! I’m TRYING to do PARKOUR!”