And my second language is guilt

So this is my conversation with Rebecca in the car yesterday.

Rebecca (after walking around from the open car door closest to her seat to the other side of the car, opening the door, getting in, crawling across Emily's seat and getting into her seat): "Look, I went in the other side"

Me: "Yeah, that definitely seems like the better way to go. Why use the open door, just because it's closer"

Rebecca: "Mommy, is that sarcasm?"

Me: "Yes"

Rebecca: "Mommy, was sarcasm your first language?"

Why, yes it was and it apparently is hers too.