The following is a recent exchange between the teen and me:
Teen: Mom, why do you always leave the leashes hooked together on the tree? I always have to unhook them and it’s a pain.
Me: Is that a request?
Teen: (slight gnashing of teeth) Yes. Please don’t leave the leashes hooked together.
Me: Okay but why do you complain about all this little crappy stuff that I do?
Teen: Because I can’t complain about the big stuff.
Me: Because I’m pretty good with that stuff?