Rose's Retort

I was talking to Rose, who was turning four, about her upcoming birthday party.

Me: I'm sorry, but I won't be able to go to your birthday party.

Rose, with a straight face: We didn't invite you!

Did I get into it with a four year old? Of course. I said, "Well, actually, your mom did invite me, but I can't go. Sorry." Sometimes I just have to get the last word in, especially with Rose, who seems much older than four. She's more like forty-four.