GM (Mimzy's Own Stimulus Package)

I was looking at computers yesterday at one of those places where the laptops are all set up and you can fiddle with them. This AG (A 13-14 year old auburn haired cutie) and her father were also looking at the laptops right beside me, and they were arguing loudly about whether or not the internet goes off when you flip the little wireless switch. (His idea of internet is only the browser, which of course doesn't shut off with the switch.) We were positioned such that his back was to me and she was facing me. I listened to this for a minute or so, occasionally looking over to see if she would look up. When she did, I consolidated my intestinal fortitude, gathered my hormonal warriors together, and, using my mimziest, most sly grin, gave this girl a conspiratorial wink and nod to tell her that her position in the argument was correct, and that her blowhard dad was dead-ass wrong. She grinned, smiled, then chuckled outloud as she the comprehension hit her. When Dad turned to see who she was smiling at, I said "You are right! It won't work unless you flip the switch!" which was what SHE had been telling HIM! He said "See, I told ya!" She laughed again and made a long eye contact with me. I visited with them for a few minutes more, mimzily steering dad into buying her a nicer one then he had contemplated (And he was looking at some CHEAP crap!) Her eyes said "Thank you, Mimzy." Anyway, it was awesome. What an angel.