Unfazed, you primly said, “Well, I am sarcastic,” and then flopped your open hand out as if offering up that characteristic as a reasonable explanation.
“Kaelyn,” do you even know what ‘sarcastic’ means?” I asked, trying to hide my amusement from Kyra.
You looked directly at me, tilted up one eyebrow, and said, “Nooooo, Mom. I have NO CLUE what ‘sarcastic’ means.” Judging by the air quotes you used to punctuate the word in question, it’s clear that you know exactly what it means.
Now just who the hell did you get that from?
Happy birthday, you imaginative and sassy little shit.