I was straightening Wynter's hair with a flat iron today. Something I haven't been able to do lately because I haven't had the strength. We were quiet and I was thinking about how when I was her age I wanted to be a paralegal (always liked research, I guess) and my then-aunt convinced me to not do that...to become a lawyer instead because a paralegal does all the leg work without the pay. So, when I was 13, I was on this kick that I wanted to be a lawyer. (I'd rather be a paralegal.) So, I asked Wynter if she had any thoughts on what she wanted to do when she grew up. And she responds with that, you know, TONE, "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" I responded that I didn't know that anyone else was asking her that and that I was just making conversation. She then goes on about how she doesn't see what the big deal is. I just told her that I was thinking about what I wanted to do when I was her age and I was just interested in what her interests are. We get quiet again. But, dummie me doesn't know when to stop. So, I ask her since she's learning a new song on the guitar if she was not going to continue to learn "Psycho" (which they were working on last week or the week before) or if she had already learned it. Here came that TONE again. "Why doesn't anyone listen to me??? I've explained it a dozen times. We have the song written down (meaning the music), but that doesn't mean I know it yet." I just calmly responded that the rest of us haven't taken guitar lessons and we don't know how it works and that I was just interested in what was going on with her. She continues to be snarky, "I've told everyone a dozen times, blah, blah, blah." I said that I was just trying to make conversation, but you know what? I just wasn't going to talk anymore. But, of course, you know, it's not her reaction that causes people to become upset with her. It's just that everyone is MEAN to her.