The short road to monosyllabism

Despite being a clear decade away from teenagerhood, The Daughter has already mastered the art of The Minimalist Response To Parental Questioning.

Her instructions to me today went like this:

[In bed.]
Me: Hello, darling! Did you sleep OK? Do you want to get up?
Her: Milky.

Me: OK. You stay there. I'll go and get your milky and bring it up here.
Her: Downstairs!

[In kitchen.]
Me: Right, let's get your milky.
Her: Nice'n'warm.

Me: There you go! Milky - nice and warm!
Her: Living room.

[In living room.]
Me: Do you want to sit on the sofa and watch Cbeebies?
Her: Blanket!

Yep, positively relishing the prospect of the teenage years.