Get Used To It, Buddy...

I asked 5 of 8 to tell 6 of 8 I needed her to come speak with me back in my bedroom. He complied and ambled out to the kitchen table where she was sitting.
"6," he said, standing right next to her.

No response from my little diva coloring quietly at the table.

"6," he said, a little more strongly.

No response.

"6!"

He was now starting to get very frustrated.

"6!!!!!!!!!" He was now shouting.

6 of 8 finally slid her eyes over to him, rolled those baby blues and uttered the exasperated words that proclaim she is utterly female:

"I'm saying 'What?' in my mind...."