Imagine she's doing something she shouldn't, like crawling towards the open stairgate, or grabbing hold of a newspaper and ruining it
I heave my ol' carcass off the couch
She sees me, normally out of the corner of her eye
And legs it in the opposite direction, huffing and puffing, grinning manically and squealing in her excitement to get away
Its the funniest thing
I'm raising a child with no morals here aren't I?