I think there is a secret teenager language that I simply have not learned. I seem to get myself into trouble by saying that most innocuous (to me, anyway) things! Here is a conversation I had with my daughter about 20 minutes ago:
Megan: Is that a cheese and salami sandwich you’re eating?
Me: No, it’s chicken.
Megan: With cheese, too.
Me: Yes, there is cheese on it.
Megan: I was just thinking that I could finish it for you if you don’t want any more.
Me: Well, I appreciate the offer, but considering it’s almost 11pm and this is my dinner, I’m pretty sure I want it.
Me: I didn’t think you liked chicken sandwiches anyway.
Megan: Of course I like them! (As she’s walking away…) Now you’ve made my feelings hurt.
Me: What? Because I said I didn’t think you liked chicken sandwiches? That hurt your feelings?
Megan: Yes! (In a tone that implied that I wasn’t very smart for asking the question!)
Is it me???