OK~ The conversation with my 15 year old son usually goes like this-
Garrett: I'm hungry!
Garrett: Get me something to eat.
Me: You can get yourself something to eat.
Garrett: I don't like anything you have.
Me: Then how am I supposed to get you something to eat? (After all I'm not running a restaurant).
Garrett: You don't have any chips and salsa?
Me: Yes, we have chips and salsa.
Garrett: Is the salsa in the fridge? ( He only likes cold salsa).
At this point I give up, let it go, and within a few minutes he is marching to the kitchen and exiting with a bowl of salsa and the bag of chips! After All, It's All In a Mom's Day, Right?