Kyla Speaks Again

I was cradling Lezane in my arms and he had dropped his bread on the floor.

Me: Kyla, can you help Mummy to grab tissue from the box on the table please?
Kyla: Mummy, you are a big girl. You can take the tissue yourself. You can, you know.
[she took the box to me but refused to take the tissue out. Instead, she insisted that I take it out myself and pick up the bread crumbs.]

She always use our words on us.