Well, I got in the last word tonight.
After we came back from her dance class tonight, I began to clean up the mess in the kitchen from making dinner. I was taking a pan off the range.
Little Cake Boss: “Papa, the stove top needs to get cleaned.”
Me: ………Silence… while I raise my eyebrows and stare at her… You know, the YOU clean it stare.
Little Cake Boss: She turns around and quickly prances away, doing some kind of ballet thingy.
Me: Priceless, I thought to myself. I got the last word in for once…
…until I realized she left, leaving me to clean the stove top.
Darn that girl. She got the last word in again.