Little dude: "Mom, when are you guys coming home? I need help!"
Me: "In a little bit...what's up?"
Little dude: "I need you to make this spaghetti meal for me." (Note: the spaghetti meal is a prepackaged Marie Callender's frozen dinner.)
Me: "You can do it." Gee....
Little dude: "I don't know how!"
Me: "Follow the directions on the box." Duh....
Little dude: "You're lame." <click>
Me? I'm the lame one?