Saturday night, and it's getting on towards 8:30pm - the Official (and generally enforced) Bedtime.
I wave my fingers in front of the critter's face. 'You are getting sleepy. Jedi Mind Trick. You want to go to bed.'
The Critter: 'Nope. Not sleepy.' *grin*
About 10 minutes later, she wanders back into the living room and hops up onto the arm of the couch next to me.
Holding her hand in front of my face and wiggling her fingers, she states: 'Daddy get me more juice. In the pink cup.'
My daughter, dark lord of the Sith. I don't think I've ever been more proud...