Rude Girl

Sometime, I wonder where Eve gets her rude remarks from. I know she doesn’t get it from her Dad. He doesn’t even know how to be sarcastically cut-throat with a passive aggressive tone. But Eve didn’t get it from me either.
The last time Eve went to her cousins' house, she told her Aunt Kim, “I’m really upset that I had to come to your house. I really don’t want to be here.” Yep, that was before she even said “hello”.
So now a few weeks have passed and Kim is watching the kids again. As we pull into Kim’s driveway, I turn to talk to Eve.

Me: Eve, when you go in there, you need to be respectful. Don’t go telling people that you don’t want to be there. That’s rude.
Eve: …..(silence)
Hubby: Eve, did you hear Mommy? You don’t need to be rude okay.
Me: Yea, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Eve: Ok.
Now fast forward 25 minutes of so and I receive this text (see picture)...Rude girl.