Not the rolling eye look, that's the one that lets you know she thinks you're the dumbest person on earth, but the evil eye look, the one that says, if she could, she would shoot you dead and then erase the last twelve years of her life and pretend she was born to a different mother.
I got that look from my beloved youngest daughter today.
And, you know what I did?
In response, my baby girl glared at me sullenly and then a few seconds later she laughed too.
Because, even she realizes, that when you're the third child, you really have to learn to laugh at youself because no one in your family is going to ever take any of your pre-teen angst seriously.
It's tough being the youngest.
Thank goodness, so far at least, my girl seems to have a sense of humor about it.