Paxten's Bluff

For a while now, P2 has been trying to do everything herself. "Let me do it," is heard countless times at our house, but all she's doing is seeing what she can get away with, even if it's not something she wants to get away with. I call her bluff often, but I liked this particular one when I walked her into school yesterday morning.

Half way down the hall to Paxten's class, I was walking ahead of her, and the following conversation took place:

Me:  Come on Paxten.

P2:  Let me open the door! (She ran ahead of me.)

Me:  Okay, Paxten open the door.

P2:  Go. (She pointed to the entrance of her school.) Go home dadda.

Me:  You want me to go home?

P2:  Yes.

Me:  Okay. I love you. Bye. (I started walking back down the hall away from the entrance to her class room.)

P2:  No! NO! Dadda!

Me:  Yes?

P2:  Come with me.