Third time's not the charm

We were playing play dough this afternoon in the living room. The dough supply and all the tools are in the office down the hall (or the tunnel as Melody calls it). We were trying to make some figures with the fun factory, but some of the tools were still in the office. I kept asking Melody to go and bring me the needed tool. She would run (since she doesn't walk) down the tunnel, fish around the play dough drawer, and come back with a tool, which sad to say was the wrong one for what we were making. I asked her again to get the needed tool. She ran and again came back with something else. I asked her to get it a third time, she looks at me and says (with a bit of attitude), "Mommy, you go find it".