Tonight, before dinner:
Miss T: I’m firsty! I want some juice.
Me: Go get your cup out of the fridge then. You can reach it. Then sit down at the table, it’s almost time to eat.
Miss T: [retrieves juice, settles herself at the table] I did it!
Me: Good! Did you wash your hands?
Miss T: [huffs loudly, clearly quite annoyed] Well WHY did you tell me to sit at the table then?
