I was an incredibly difficult child growing up, in many ways, but most of all, I was stubborn. Keep in mind, I was about 6 in this story:

One time, after a particularly bad fight with my father, he sent me to my room. He ushered me to my top bunk and told me I needed to go to bed and we would talk in the morning, because we were just butting heads and nothing productive was coming of it. So there I am, in my top bunk, wearing my duvet like a shawl for some reason, irate that I'd been sent to bed before "proving that I was right" or whatever issues I had with my parents authority at the time. So as my dad's leaving, he says, "I don't want to hear another peep out of you." He left the door ajar and was walking down the hall, when from my bed comes the most defiant "peep"--it was absolutely saturated in attitude. He looks back at me and there I am, peeking out of my duvet-shawl with the most smug Your fucking move; I dare you look of all time.

He just about lost his mind at what a little shit I was being.