My daughter was only around 18 months old when she uttered her first, full sentence.
She loved to lift the air conditioning grate in the floor of our bedroom and stuff her toys down there. Well, there were some sharp edges in there, so my wife didn’t want her sticking her hand in the duct, so she screwed down the edges of the grate, so our daughter couldn’t lift it up any longer.
Well, my daughter has this plastic, toy hammer, and she’s trying to get it into the vent, but it won’t come up. So she takes the hammer, pounds on the grate some, nada. Then she tries to pry the grate up, no go.
At this point, my wife and I kind of chuckled, and our daughter heard us. So she glares with this furious look on her face, throws the hammer at the wall, and almost shouts, “I don’t have to take this shit any more.”