Southern B(elle) continued

This is Elle, telling her Dad, quite graciously, where he should start up the landscaping fabric again once he's done with that spot. (This is one of "our" big backyard projects..I say "our" because clearly I have nothing to offer but opinions and snapshots, while my daughter and husband do all the hard work.)

Then, on October 27th at 5:57 pm it happened. Elle crossed the (Mason Dixon?) line. Here's the scene.

We are cooking dinner, Elle is "helping." She loves playing with the kitchen timer. She reaches up to grab it and says:

"I'm going to set this timer for y'all."
Me, incredulous: "What did you say, dear?" thinking maybe I misunderstood the last word.
Elle" "I'm going to set this timer for y'all."
Kyle, laughing at the shock on my face, and basically poking fun at me: "Elle, don't you mean ' for you guys?'"
Elle, ignores us, as usual, and goes on her own way, sashaying into the living room to bask in the fun of beeping the buttons and changing the numbers on the timer.

I'm sure the next thing out of her mouth will be "mac and cheese is a side dish, mom!"