Like Mother, Like Daughter

Brent, Olivia and I were sitting on the patio while Katelynn was playing in the little fountain. This was the conversation that followed.

Me (looking at Katelynn): Katelynn, you have a dirty face. Why don't you wash it?
Katelynn (ignoring me): Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know Grandma.
Me (looking at Katelynn's mammy): She got that from you!!!!
Katelynn's Mammy: What did I do?

Funny how life repeats itself.