Reasons that my oldest daughter might, possibly, perhaps, kinda, almost, may be EXACTLY like her mother.

1. Said by me – with fake cheerfulness: “Good MORNING!Good MORNING! Hit the showers!

   “Replied by her: SNARLGROWLGRUMPsnoooooooooooore

2. 10-20 minutes later, me, calling her for the umpteenth time – screw the cheerfulness: “Get your ass up OUTA that BED right NOW, young lady!”

   In reply, by her: “PAINTPEELINGGLARE! SNARL! STOMP! trip over something whimper GROWL! STOMPSTOMPSTOMP back to the bathroom. CRASH something hits the floor! Exasperated SNARLS!”

3. Her, in the shower, cheerfully singing: “Sooooooooome WHEEEEEEEEEERE oooooover the raaaaaaaaainbooooooooow”

   Me, in reply: “……stunned silence……”

4. 10 minutes later, after the shower. Me, tentatively, yet with more fake goodmorning cheer: “Mornin Glory!”

   Her reply: SNARL PAINTPEELINGGLARE . FLOP on the couch. SNAG her bag and shoes. GRAB her coat. STOMP to the door.

5. Me – last ditch effort: “Have a good day, baby girl!”

   Her. Cheerfully, running off for breakfast with Papa and Nana: “Love you, mama! bye!”

And yes. I can hear Nana and Papa laughing from here. Grump.