Some of the kids were sitting around writing, and Bailey had found a pen to use. It must've been a different kind, because after a minute of not being able to figure it out she said,
"Mom, how do you turn this pen on?"
(Ignore the chipmunk cheek of chicken nugget.)
Apparently one day we weren't getting to her carseat fast enough when she piped up, "Will SOMEONE please buckle me out?"