My Polite Monster

So, yesterday, Diana was driving me a bit crazy. She was finally past the worst of her cold (no fever, no runny nose, BARELY any congestion) and therefore had LOOOTS of energy again. With that energy, she decided to test me and teach me a couple of things.
I was trying to get her dressed, which, if you know my child, is a HUUUUUGE ordeal. She hates getting dressed. She loves to pick out her clothes, she loves to dress herself, but if you try to do it, good luck to you. She runs and screams and hides in the tight spaces between our nightstands and bed. It pretty much drives me insane and I dread dressing her every day. Anywho, I was trying to get her dressed and she proceeded with her all-to-predictable tantrum. I was trying to get her to come out from between Daddy's nightstand and the bed, and was using the good ol' stern voice and counting to three, when suddenly Diana throws a finger up in the air in my direction and waits for me to stop talking. She then rubs her chest (sign language for "please") and says, "Pweeeee!". Annoyed, I said, "PLEASE??" to which she replied, with a huge grin, "Yeah" and skipped happily toward me, knowing she'd just won that fight. Lame.
Then later, we were getting ready to leave (I had to pick some things up from the store for dinner later on that night) and I said "Let's go" and started to text Daddy who had just sent me a text asking me something. As I'm responding, I realize I'm hearing Diana in the background singing "The Cleanup Song" as she picks up the huge mess she had made throughout the morning in my room....and all without being asked. I about had a heart attack! My child doesn't do things without being asked at least once...and in order to get her to clean up, we have to constantly sing "The Cleanup Song" with her until the mess is all gone. The night before her daddy had gotten very upset with her because she made a huge mess with food from the pantry all over the kitchen floor and with her toys all over the living room floor. Apparently she didn't want to have Daddy upset with her again...she worships her Daddy.
Who would've thought my child would actually learn something positive from me? She always says thank you when I hand her something, she always asks please when she wants something, she always helps unload the dishwasher (And says "thank you" every time she hands us a dish), and now she's telling me to be more polite and is picking up her own messes without being asked. Hey, maybe I AM doing SOMETHING right! :)