Miss KT wanted spaghetti tonight, and started the process, then went back in her room. Hubby wanted Italian sausage, and started cooking, staying in the kitchen. When Miss KT reappeared, she was mad because Hubby had timed the spaghetti and said it should be done, but no one had tested it, and of course, SHE couldn't because HE was in there. She comes storming out of the kitchen screaming, wanting me to "fix" it. Nope. I'm not dealing with it. Any of it. "Well, fine, then, nobody better b%*&# at ME if it's not done right." Kid, just shut up and check the spaghetti. But wait..."What did HE do with the can opener? I can't open the sauce without the can opener." HE informs her quietly that it's right there on the counter. "Well, why didn't YOU put it back?" She grabs her bowl and stomps off to her room. With any luck,she'll spend the rest of the evening there. I get so sick of manufactured drama.