Sure, she's adorable.
One might even say "wonderfully precocious".
It all starts with a sweetly condescending, "Casey, you are going to be my helper today, because we have a lot to do with this marker..."
The next thing you know, we all have post-it note name tags and are sitting under the tutelage of a four-year-old iron-fisted schoolmarm.
Oh, and apparently my name is Casey. That's spelled I-J-A-M-H-O-N-A-I, FYI.