Lost in translation from kitchen to living room

Mini-man, 4 (who had been pestering his big brothers), to me in the kitchen: Mumma, Danno called me stupid and hit me!!

Me: (kissing owie and encouraging boys to resolve conflict unless it's off the charts brawling) Remind your brother to speak nicely and that our house is a no-hitting home. There is no hitting.

Mini-man, nodding sagely as he turns and marches into the living room with a purpose: Hey! Shut up and don't hit me!!!!!!