When she shouts, "NO!" at me, or runs off in the buff after going potty instead of stepping into her panties, she warrants a stern look, at best, and a little sting on the knuckles at worst (the orphanage disciplined her in preparation for family-life, and I could kiss them right on the mouth for it). In an attempt to put a smile back on my face in such circumstances, she plays peek-a-boo. I usually don't back down. Cuteness is nothing new to our house.
And yet, there are times when even Kayla Rupp puts aside the Dr. Dobson techniques and just gets out the camera. I can't help it, people!