Family traditions

So, when I was younger, my little brother (as most little brother's do), would ask for a bite of whatever I was eating. And, being a decent older brother (I thought), I'd let him. Until the day he asked for a bite of something - like a cookie or something, nothing too big. And then he put the whole thing in his mouth.
Thus was born the "Sean Bite"©. And to this day, if a family member asks another for a bite of something, the correct response is "Sure, as long as it isn't a Sean Bite."
Now, Claire having heard the story from me once, the other day, asked for a bite of something. And when I gave it to her, she gave an evil laugh, and told me she was about to take a Sean Bite.
A tear came to my eye as I was wrestling my toaster pastry back from the clutches of my precocious five year old child, to know two things. 1. She's really paying attention to those stories. and 2. That's both a pleasant and a disturbing thing.