And you are??

The girls were helping me weed the azalea bed this weekend, when Camille turned to Abby and said, “Would you be a dear and go get us some cold water to drink?” in perfect English tearoom parlance.

I almost fell out in the crabgrass. Where does she get this stuff?

Later the same day, she had to leave earlier than she wanted from a playdate, and startied tuning up in the back seat. I gave her the don’t-even-start look, and she said, “I’m upset, but I’m sucking it up.”