My four year old daughter has been taking quotability lessons from my wife. Last night she wanted to turn off the light in the TV room so we could watch a movie. But she’s too short to reach the switch. Her solution? Stand on her baby doll’s stroller. Now, when I was a kid I tried to stand on some sort of wheeled ladder, and as you might expect it shot out from under me, leaving me to drag my face down a concrete wall, which nearly tore my upper lip loose from my jaw. So I was a little concerned.

(Sidebar: Who the hell would make a ladder with wheels on one end? Even if it’s a toy? God only knows how many accidents this thing caused. Hopefully the makers have been sued into submission.)

Since my daughter had a hairbrush in her hand (my wife loves getting her hair brushed), I thought that she could use that to flip the switch. So, as she struggled to climb on the stroller without it dumping her on her head, I said, “Why don’t you just use the brush?”

She looked at me with a look I’m sure I’ve given my wife a hundred times, and in her most condescending voice said, “Dad, you can’t stand on a brush!”

And you know, she’s right.