My daughter is strange.

I'm sitting in here on the computer while Chris tucks the kids into bed. Sophie runs in with a book and says, "Here's my book."

"Fine," I say, "Take it to daddy and have him read it to you."

"No, here," she says, and she stretches up and lays it beside the keyboard, shoots one arm up in the air and exclaims, "I do it!"

She turns to walk away and I have her give me a kiss good night. She complies, takes a few more steps, then turns back around and says, "I have my book?"

I hand it to her and she happily runs off to bed.