Last night, three-year-old Sylvie and her father were having a bit of a disagreement about her dinner. She didn't want what was on offer and was suggesting a list of other items she might deign to eat instead. (I tend to cater to their whims; David thinks they should eat what's been set in front of them.)
David (frustrated): You should've grown up in MY house!
Sylvie (in the same frustrated tone of voice): I AM in your house!