To her teacher, after being told that her art smock was on backwards:
"What's it to you?"
To me, on presenting me with a thoroughly bloodied pillow this morning:
C:"There's a wet bit that's dried out."
Me: "Um, that's blood. Did you have a nosebleed?"
C: "I was sleeping. And it was too hot in here. I don't know about my nose. I think you did it, Mummy."