Scene: the Peanut's room, the other morning, as I tried to brush her teeth (an activity roughly equivalent to wrestling an eel):
Me: Will you stop wriggling and let me brush your teeth already! We do this every day -- why do you keep fighting me?
The Peanut, just before fighting me off and sprinting out of the room: I'm getting out of here, you old lady!
I bet the teenage years are going to be awesome.