My daughter has learned to use her "Charm" to get what she wants.

A talent that I have never been able to master.

Perhaps it's because I do not possess the Gift of Charm, (not to be confused with the Gift of Farting on Command, because that gift? I totally possess.)

This little girl, however, is bursting with charm.

And MAN, does she know how to work it.

Example.

She was outside watching her daddy "clean the rocks" he was going to use in the planter out front. She gradually made her way to the bucket full of water and rocks and started touching them.

"Awww" I said, "She's helping her daddy! How cute! I MUST GO GET THE CAMERA!"

By the time I came out, she had decided she wanted to eat the rocks and bite them with the only two teeth she has.

"No! Don't put those in your mouth, Mimi." I said firmly.

Apparently, in baby talk, "no" means "again! do it again!" because the second Tony took one rock out of her mouth, she immediately grabbed another one and shoved it in her piehole as fast as she could.

"G-a-b-r-i-e-l-l-a-m-e-r-c-e-d-e-s, No!" I said even more firmly then the first time.

What does the girl do?

That. That's what. Everytime we told her no.

And that's what she does everytime we try to "discipline" (I use the term loosely) her.

Me: "No!"

Her.

Me: "Gabby! Stop!"

Her.

Me: "Biting's not nice! Be nice!"

Her. (as she bites)

The girl is good. Really good.

Too bad for her, it's only going to work for SO LONG on me, but her dad? She'll have him snowed for the rest of his life. I can already tell you people that I'll be the parent she hates because "I'm mean." "I never let her do anything" "I always say 'no'!" "I wrote about her farting on the internet!"

But Dad? Dad will be the hero that saved her from The Mean Mommy.

I can not WAIT to see how right I am on this one.