Troublemaker's grin

The mother let the daughter run to the front of the room.
She stuck her hands through the vacant desk to the mouse and computer.
Pulling cords and making sound effects as she did so.
Giggling turning and beaming a troublemakers grin.
The mother's exhausted face appealing to the girl, until the mother had to get out of the seat and pull her away from the desk. The girl shrieked unfazed by the mother's reprimand. She would go onto pull and push things around in the public office as the mother unsuccessfully attempted to solve her pending documentational crisis.
But appearances matter. It seems all you need today to own the world is a stamp and a signature.