Katie and I were walking through the front door after taking Jack to Safety Town this morning.
"I'm going to watch TV in your room," Katie said as she started to run up the stairs.
"Can you let the dogs out first?" I asked (fine, demanded).
Katie stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to me.
"Okay, Step-mother," she yelled.
"You make me do everything so I'm calling you Step-mother."
I don't even know what to do with that.