Yesterday I was putting together a (new to us) play kitchen and Raina was continuously underfoot and commenting on every move I made. It drove me crazy, which resulted in this conversation.
KSW: Raina, go away.
KSW: I cannot stand your backseat-driving me. Please stop.
Raina: I'm not backseat driving, Mom, I'm SUPERVISING. And, honestly, you're not doing a very good job.
KSW: Ugh. Go away, Raina.
I thought it quite funny that she embraced the supervisor mentality so completely :)