A Loving Moment Between Mother and Daughter

This is a conversation I had with my seventeen-year-old daughter.

My Little Angel at 3 years old

Me: “I bought these Unjunked Snicker bars.”

J: “Oh, Mr. Yurik said I should put them it in the microwave.” (Mr. Yurik is her Algebra II teacher.)

Me: “Why did Mr. Yurik tell you to put Snickers in the microwave.”

J: “What?”

Me: “Why did Mr. Yurik tell you to put Snickers in the microwave.”

J: “What?”

Me: “What are you doing?”

J: “I’m eating candy.”

Microwave beeps

Me: “No, why are you doing that?”

J: “Why am I eating candy?’

Me: Screams “Why are you putting candy in the microwave?”

J: “God, relax! Why are you yelling at me.”

Me: “Just answer my question, will you!”

J: “What question?”

Me: “I’m going to smack you upside your head if you don’t cut it out!” (Of course, I would never really hit my children.)

J: “I don’t understand what you want from me?”

Me: “CAN YOU PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHY MR. YURIK TOLD YOU TO PUT SNICKERS IN THE MICROWAVE!!!”

J: Eye roll accompanied by a smirk. “Because it taste better.”