Scoot Her

I was upstairs folding laundry.

Josh was up with me.

We came downstairs and found this:

Then the following conversation occurred:

Josh: Mom, why is Brooklyn riding her scooter in the house?

Me: That's a good question.

Josh: Well can I bring my skateboard in the house?

Brooklyn: (while pushing her scooter by us) Josh, I didn't ask her. Just don't ask and then she can't say no.

If she's figured this out at 3,

I'm not looking forward to what she'll figure out at 13.