This afternoon, Hannah started playing with one of the lamps on our end tables in the den.  She started to shake it so I said "No Hannah, don't touch the lamp please!" in my stern, serious voice.  Hannah acknowledged the command by looking up at me, smiling, and making full eye contact with me.  She then takes her baby doll's hand and proceeds to make the doll touch the lamp with the hard plastic hand of the doll all the while making guilty eyes at me with a devilish half grin all over her face.