Another Way To Tell That Your Child REALLY Hates You

In a hurry tonight to gymnastics I told Miss Priss while getting in the van "don't worry about putting your shoes on now, I'll do it when we get to there. Just hurry up and buckle up." I slid shut the van door and started walking around the back to the driver's side when I heard this bitchy high pitched voice MOCKING my every word and out of the corner of my eye see her doing these nasty little arm signs along with it as to say do you want a piece of me. I open up the driver side door and look at her. She has a BIG SMILE on her face. I ask "were you saying something to me?" Her response, "yeah, I don't like you."