Aint I a stinker?

Grandma used to call me that and I would take great glee in it. I don't know why, I just enjoyed being cute and bad all at the same time. Phrases like, "Happiness is a warm puppy" would make me squirm and the first thing that would pop into my head was some version that took it to the dark side. Taking something that was pure and sweet and lovable and bringing it back down to earth made it humorous for me. Elevating something and placing it on a pedestal just puts it into perfect aim for my slingshot. Or BB gun.