Whatever.

Me: Anna Mae would you please set the table?
Anna: That’s not really my responsibility.
Me: Anna help Tru get the cars picked up so I can vacuum.
Anna: Whatever. I don’t want to do that.
Me: Let’s just stand in line for a minute so I can check out my book club book.
Anna: Come on Tru, let’s get a drink at the bubbler.
Me: What are you eating?
Anna: It was just some pretzels from my lunch bag. If you’re wondering who ate the candy it was Grace (who is napping)… I’m just throwing the wrappers away for her.
Me: Anna when you come in the door what are you supposed to do?
Anna: A bunch of slave stuff…
Me: No, Anna, try a bunch of we all have to live in this house together and I am tired of tripping over your jacket stuff…
Anna: Whatever.
Me: Tim your daughter is going to be the death of me.
Tim: I think it’s a phase – but you only have to live through it twice.
Me: Once – Grace can’t muster up being this sassy – Grace has never gotten to me the way Anna can.
Tim: So, are you making a connection here?
Me: What?
Tim: Not so easy dealing with someone a little too much like you?
Me: Whatever.