Brooke The Contractor

I got home from work yesterday, and noticed Linda and Cora standing alongside Linda's store. I walked over, and there was Brooke crawling across my scaffolding. It is 4 foot off the ground, being used to paint the store's trim board's. Brooke and I have spent time together on the scaffolding, closely supervised of course. When she saw me, she lit up like a Christmas tree. I walked over to her, and she wrapped around my neck with a massive hug. I put her down and she started running toward our house. I yelled at her "Brooke, do you want to ride over in the Jeep?" She always ignores me and keeps running. Except this time. She stopped, turned around, and ran to the jeep passenger side door. I could not believe it.
After spending a short time in the house, we went back outside. She went back over to the scaffold and climbed up to the deck board. Once up, she let out a loud "Ta Dah" and starting clapping. I got her down and she ran over to the dump truck. Grandpa has trained her to be a future contractor. It was warm outside, so I rolled down the driver side window. We rode around the yard and then we parked. The window was rolled back up and I got out, leaving the door open. Brooke slid across the seat and closed the door. Next thing I know, she is rolling the window down by herself. This is an old dump truck with a crank style window. As I told her Mom, Brooke may have a disability, but she sure isn't disabled. She is one smart little turd. Her Mom got her out of the truck and told her it was time to go home. Brooke usually isn't happy about this. She wanted me to carry her, hoping I would by-pass the car. When I went to the open car door, she reached out and tried to close it. That didn't work, so I put her in her car seat. No major fit, but she wasn't happy. After I got her strapped in, I bent over to give her a good-bye kiss. She proceeded to smack me in the face. She was, as they say, a woman scorned.