ME: Ava, are you playing over there? How’s it going?
AVA: All good dad, I got bored of the Fisher-Price barn and moved on to combustibles.
ME: (inner dialogue) Holy shit, can she light those things? Is child services on their way?
ME: Ava, let me have those honey. Here, play with some batteries.
She’s a smart one. I hope she realizes to save this picture to use as leverage against you when she’s an angsty teen.