Belle vs. the Radio

Hubby worked at home for most of the day today.  It was nice to have him around.  Not that he really interacts with us much when he's working, but it's just nice to know that he is around.  It balances out the times that he is away from us.  We were sitting in the same room this morning and he has his radio on, making sure that he wasn't missing anything, and it can be loud and annoying sometimes.  I honestly don't know how they stand it all the time, but I guess after listening to it for 17 years you kind of tune it out.  Something like I do with the kids, right?  Anyway, Belle is eying the radio and scowling when all of a sudden she says, "I just want to push that button and say, 'Shut up!  Mark is on a break!'".  I started busted out laughing but told her not to touch it.  Hubby is giggling himself and says, "Why do you think that you shouldn't do that?" and her reply was, "because I think that you wouldn't have a job any more and I think you like your job!"  Of course her eyes were shining and she was giggling, but she knew what she was talking about.