Micro Micro Manager.

Teagan loves colouring. Almost as much as she likes to supervise me colouring. Picture this about 4 times a day:

Teagan: "Cla?" (she's developed my British accent on a few words like "colour", "water" and "Grover". It's kind of hilarious.)
Mum: "You want to colour?"
Teagan: "Okay." (Like it was my idea and she's just humouring me.)
{hands me a crayon}
Teagan: "Ohs."
Mum: "Should I colour his nose?"
Teagan: "Okay."
{rests her head on the table so close to my crayon that I can barely move it}

If my colouring is satisfactory, we can move on to the next page and the next nose - she's obsessed. If it isn't up to par, she'll continue to point and say "Ohs" until it pleases her. 

She's micromanagement material, folks. I can already hear the lunchroom gossip about Teagan the Micro Manager. <sigh> I hope I don't get fired.