Lillian: Mommy, can I please have some sourcream?
Mommy: Sure baby, it's in the fridge.
(For the record, we were eating tacos at the time, she doesn't just randomly ask for sourcream.)
L: You have to get it for me.
M: Why do I have to get it for YOU?
L: Because you're my slave.
Hrmph. Methinks a reality check is in her future...