My older son AJ has been advanced in almost everything he did as a baby. He walked at 10 months, spoke clearly and in full sentences at 2 years, and started reading before he went to Kindergarten. He always asked a million questions, and in receiving the answer would actually ponder it to see if it made sense. You could actually see the wheels clicking as he thought. My wife and I always kidded about him needing "more input" as a robot did in a movie we saw once. So, needless to say, I have my hands full with him.
One morning when he was about 3 and a half, he and I were having a "discussion" as to why he needed to do what I said. My answer was something to the effect that MY name was on the house. I saw the wheels clicking in his head, (usually a scary thing) and went back in his room (by now my thought was "Uh oh, what's he going to do..."), grabbed a crayon, went to the door of his room and wrote "AJ" on his door. He looked me square in the eye, all proud of himself, and said "Look Dada, MY name is on the house, too, so I can do whatever I want now!" I wanted to kill the kid at first for writing on the door (something my father would have done), but the humorous side of me was laughing wildly, canceling out the rage. So, I calmly went and got the Fantastic and a paper towel for him and asked him nicely to clean the door and never do that again. I was chuckling and had a tear in my eye at the same time knowing full well he'd go far in life with an atitude like that.