In almost three years of being a mother, I have learned a few things. One thing I've learned is that sometimes you just *know.* That's how I was able to record on video the incidents preceding the following conversation:
Me: Rosie, you did several naughty things just now. Number one, you woke up your brother.
Rosie: We were having fun in there!
Me: Yes, but he was sleeping, and you woke him up. You're not supposed to do that. Number two, you were in his crib. Are you a baby?
Me: No, you are not a baby.
Rosie: No, I'm a girl!
Me: That's right, you're a big girl. Cribs are not for big girls.
Rosie: They're for babies!
Me: That's right, and that's why you aren't supposed to climb in there with Baby Zack. Number three, you took your brother's clothes off. You are not supposed to take his clothes off. That's Mommy's job. Your job is to do what Mommy tells you, and right now, Mommy is telling you to get back in your bed and take a nap!