(said the same way as that line from the movie....'They're hereeee') I walk into my mom's house and difficult child is walking down the stairs. 'Hi, Honey.', I say. No response. She doesn't even look at me. I find myself wondering why I didn't get lost on the way there. So, I ask her: "What's wrong." difficult child: Nana Me: What's wrong with Nana? difficult child: Just because I'm not a perfect little angel, she has to yell at me about everything. Me: (thinking to myself) difficult child not a perfect angel? Shocking. Me: (out loud) So, did you have a good time?