the cold shoulder

The other day driving in the car the kids and I had this conversation:

C: Stop touching my seat, Kinsley!!!  (pushes her hand away)

K: (reaching over to touch Callan's seat)

C: STOP TOUCHING MY SEAT! (pushing her hand away)

K: (starts screaming while still trying to touch his seat)

Me: Callan, can you think of a better way to say that to Kinsley?  Try, "Kinsley, please stop touching my seat."

C: Kinsley, please stop touching my seat.

Me: Now, Kinsley, please keep your hands to yourself.  Callan doesn't want you to touch his seat.  Can you please say, "Ok, Callan.  I'm sorry."

K: (silent...staring straight ahead)

Me:  Kins?  Tell Callan you're sorry.

K: (still silent, looking straight ahead with her eyebrows lowered like she's ready to pounce on someone in anger)

Me:  Kins?

K:  (in a low angry voice)  I'm not talking to him.

At this point I had to turn away so she didn't see me laughing.  I never saw her give the cold shoulder before.  

Yes, I have my hands full...