Reminds me of my daughter when she was 5 coming out and helping me clean our new car. I was so thrilled when she said she was helping dad and went to the other side of the car until I heard the noise of the ball point pen going all the way along the sideMy Dad used to own a paint spray shop. I was too young to remember, but he tells me the story of when he took me to work one weekend while he finished a job. He found me helping him with the final polish of the newly sprayed car, but with sandpaper.