WOW. The scene setting for today: I made her a nice breakfast since she has the sniffles, then got her an ice cream cone on a trip out. We came home and I made a fire to make the sniffly tween nice and toasty. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on TV (which is like fingernails on a chalkboard to the Mommy), with the promise of a Nightmare Before Christmas coming on next and yes, she can watch it since I'm working on a website.

StupidKat is lounging with her for a change and not hidden out in some closet where she can not be found by the tween. It appears as if they are BOTH in a good mood today.

WRONG!!!!!!!

Today, I am wearing the perplexed, confused look of someone who got in trouble for answering a question. Or should I say, asking a question in attempt to answer one? Bet I won't do that again today.

G: Mommy, do people put yellow squash in fruit salad?

Me: No, when did you have fruit salad? (I'm not a fruit salad person per say)

G: It wasn't pineapple, so I don't know what it was

Me: Well, where did you have fruit salad? Maybe I can figure it out. Was it at school?

G: STOP ASKING ME SO MANY QUESTIONS. I DON'T WANT TO ANSWER QUESTIONS. CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE I HAD FRUIT SALAD.

Me: (in my head, back away silently, out of the room, while she is distracted by Wonka and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE)

Lesson learned today for all parents of tweens, never and I mean NEVER attempt to answer questions about yellow squash.