Do you think she gets it from me?

There's just no denying that she's mine. You want proof?

This exchange proves it:

Me: Meagan, will you please come here?

Meagan: sighing . . . Yes, mom?

Me: Will you please go check the mail for me?

Meagan: sighing . . . I guess (slipping on my shoes) I just wish that was really a question that I could answer.

She then heads out the door.

Total smarta**.

She's mine all right.