I am not your son

Them fightin' words were uttered over and over by a blue-eyed, gap-toothed girl of two last week. She was angry at me for denying her something and as she blurted out her frustration, I managed to decipher that phrase. Obviously, she picks up all sorts of things from her big brother. Right at this very moment, it is learning how to ride a bike (skip the trike!).