No I Do It!

Dear Kylan, last night I was laying in bed and you came in crying and crying:
Kylan: drink
Me: Go ask Dad to get you a drink.
(Monty was standing at the door and I asked him to do it)
Monty: Come on Kylan, I'll get you a drink.
Kylan: No, you do it (pointing a little finger at me and still crying)
Me: No, go ask dad.
Kylan: No, you...
This went on for a bit. Finally, I get up (this is after I mowed the lawn and had done nothing more than just hurt my back) So I hobble into the kitchen and Kylan hurries and pushes a chair to the sink, climbs up and yells, "NO, I DO IT!"

Grrrrr...