"I'm sitting right here!"

I'm sitting across from Rachel and Lori's sitting next to her, we're all eating dinner. She asks for more juice. Rachel asks for more juice. Well, no, she demands it. We make her try a few more times until she properly asks politely. Then Lori tells her no, but she may have milk if she'd like. She says "I'll ask dad. Dad, please can I have some juice?"