Kimmit was the name of my imaginary brother when I was little. He was a controlling force (actually he might've been an ESTJ rather than INFP, I'm not 100% on the order of his functions) and a bully. His signature catchphrase was "No, you don't need it." He's learned to be more subtle about it.
3yo me: "Mommy can I have a glass of milk?"
Kimmit me (in a higher pitch voice): *without missing a beat* "No, you don't need it."
3yo me: *feels slightly conflicted when Mom gives me glass of milk*