Buggers and revenge

My daughter and I spent part of the day together today, she brought her daughter, my granddaughter, who is 18 months old and I already had my grandson over who is four years old.  They normally get along very well.  My granddaughter does not talk a lot, not because she can't but like her mother before her, she doesn't have to.  She has a very expressive face and a very accommodating father and brother.  A simple grunt with a general point will send either male to do her bidding.  She never has to ask for anything when her servants, I mean, male family members, are about.  She is so stinking adorable it is so hard to resist her charms believe me!  She half raises that left eyebrow and you want to do whatever it is she needs done.  I cave in myself when no one is looking.  This works on most male family except today, it seemed not on the grandson that was at my house today.  He played with her and bugged her and chattered at her and they had good fun together.  She smiled and played right along.  He has had some allergies and so had some allergy medication that made him kind of... annoying.  He bugged her more than he ever has before and apparently she took note.
At lunch time I decided to run to a fast food and do take out, I was not dressed to be "seen" in public and I was too lazy to make a real lunch.  As I drove Steph and I were talking right along in the front seat as the two little ones were happily jabbering in the back.  All of a sudden I hear my grandson screaming like a mad man and my granddaughter laughing like a crazy woman.  I cannot imagine what in the world is going on.  My grandson yells, "She's got a bugger!"  I glance over my shoulder to see my granddaughter, who is 18 months, reaching as far as she could from her car seat towards my grandson in his car seat with a bugger on her pointer finger laughing like a crazy woman at the reaction she was getting from him.  He is completely freaking out and the more he screams and freaks out the harder she belly laughs.  I cannot help but laugh and neither can my daughter.  We are trying to tell my granddaughter to stop but we can't because the terror on my grandson's face and the delight in hers is keeping us in stitches.  We know we are both exhibiting bad parenting but cannot do a thing about it, we are too busy trying to control ourselves.  At this minute I cannot remember what she said to him but it basically boiled down to "take that" which only served to make it worse for Steph and I.  I have to give her props for creativity and revenge.  Not everything works when defending yourself against a boy twice your size but she had gotten him and she knew it, she knew he was trapped and she used every second she had.  She kept him at bay for a good while and I have to tell you he watched his p's and q's when it came to picking at her for the rest of the visit.  I think he found a new respect for what he thought was a "baby" that turned out to be a clever little minx.  I really love every crazy moment with my grandbabies.   You never know what in the world they will think of!