Proof there's understanding in a one yr old...

Carrie's having one of her teething drama queen days and is just miserable and whiny. Now I'm not patient, never have been. I get frustrated and ask her if she wants another bottle, and proceed to watch her roll around over her bottle while making crocodile tears. As I utter the words " if you want another bottle, you'll have to stop and hand it to me", I become flabbergasted as she proceeds to stop, pick up her bottle and hand it to me. Well, crap... there goes the blissful idea that I had a couple more years before having to police myself... ugh