Well, duh

Tonight, after I picked up Zozer from school and drove us home, and pulled into the garage and shut off the car and reached around to unbuckle her from the car seat amidst her hat, gloves, Hootie, HeartSaysKissMe, and a book, we had this conversation:

"Here, Zozer, let me carry your hat for you."

"Yes, Mommy. And please take my book. I need help carrying my things. I'm not an octopus, you know."

Where the hell does she come up with this stuff?