I know the "little devil" part. My daughter is the same way. Once I went to Washington D.C. A big congested city wth subway trains. I had a fried tell me how bad the subways were. I had no choce, I had to ride on to get back to my hotel.

I had my daughter in a wheel chair. The subway stopped and there was a :Gang" blocking the doors. I mean a real life, right in front of me and my daughter. I was just going to wait for the next train. A gang member yelled out, Make some room, then helped me with the wheel chair to get her on board... They have a special way about them selves.

Little devil, I like that... We call my daughter the escape artist, more on tha later, lol