I'm in the kitchen making......sloppy joes. (Sorry, folks. I do NOT do gourmet.) And then this exchange happens.
15 year old daughter: (urgently) Mom!
Me: (slightly concerned, but not enough to look up from my task) What?!
Daughter: (pointing at the ceiling) Look! Fly!
Me: (slightly annoyed) Yeah. So?
Daughter: Get it!
Me: (definitely annoyed) You get it! I'm cooking here!
Daughter: Aw, come on!
Me: No, you get it. I'm not coming to your house when you grow up to swat every fly you see. You have to learn how to do it.
Daughter: (laughing) Of course you are!
She tried and she missed. Obviously some more domestic training is necessary.