That's like, all kids are though! One minute you're minding your own business, then all of a sudden in walks Mary McHugerack and she's all, "Mooom can I have the car keys" or "Mooom can you drive me to the mall to pick up boys" or "Moooom, Dad's shapeshifted into a six eyed dog and is chasing me around the house with a severed arm wanting to play catch."
Okay, you know what? The idea that you don't implode daily from the sheer stupidity that must run more than rampant in that twisted mind of yours simply baffles me. I honestly don't know how you've managed to "live" this long.