Two, going on fourteen

The other day my daughter dashed outside early in the morning, while I wittered on in the background about it being really cold and her needing to put on her slippers. But she completely ignored me and carried on walking carefully around the pool bricks (it's netted). So I walked out a bit further (it was cold), and said "Did you hear what I said? What did I say?" *
Little Zeb, without looking up, then says loudly "Zeb's not caring!" and keeps on walking.

I, of course, initiated immediate disciplinary action, without trying to decipher whether she didn't care about the cold, or whether she didn't care what I had said, but would do what she liked anyway! I figured, either way, forcible removal from desirable outdoors and insertion into slippers was justified.

I'm torn between pride at her obviously correct understanding and good contextual use of the concept of not caring about something, and utter disbelief and incredulous shock that the thing she doesn't care about is my opinion.




*Shudder - I really did say that.