I don't know why I didn't think of this before.
Butterbean and her mommy stopped by the other night for some of the grilled goodness and 'Bean sat with us at the table. She and I had a mental conversation that went something like this:
Butterbean: Hiiii Mimi! Boy, that steak looks good! How's about letting me try some?
Me: Ummm, well seeing as you still have very few teeth I don't think that's a very good idea.
Butterbean: Silence...pitiful stare...
Me: See...I...it's like this...don't look at me like that...I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!! ASK YOUR MOTHER!!!
Butterbean: Oh come on! We don't need to involve Mommy in this! We both know who the REAL boss around here is...
Me: Complete silence...chewing nervously...avoiding eye contact.
Butterbean: *In awed voice* Gee Mimi...you sure can shovel it in!
Me: Alright sister! Thaaat's IT! *Throws down napkin*
At this point...K steps back in:
K: 'Bean...you know better than to bother Mimi when she's eating...
K: but between you and me dear, that WAS funny...*giggle*
Butterbean: *giggle* Yeah, it was.
Me: *sigh* No respect, none what-so-ever.
Butterbean: I loooove you Mimi!
Me: *sigh* If anyone needs to find me for the next say...eighteen years, give or take...I'll be in my room.