It has made me remember some of those good old fashioned awkward teenage conversations I had with parents though. Like the, "Could you PLEASE make up your mind about whether I could go do this thing I want to do without asking 1,000,000 questions only to tell me you need to think about it?!" sort of things.
Oh, and my second favorite: the understanding parent who doesn't understand, I totally had this flashback to seventh grade:
Mom: Honey tell me what's wrong, I can help out, I'll understand whatever it is.
Me: Okay, well... this girl Tammy is mad because her boyfriend would rather sit by me on the bus. And she's acting like it's my fault and she's mad at me.
Mom: Her boyfriend?
Me: Yeah. His name's Cory. They're going together.
Mom: Going together? You're 13, where could they possibly be going? Are they dating, like are kids your age actually going on dates?
Me: Well no, I mean, they don't go anywhere. They're just... together.
Mom: Like, good friends?
Me: Yeah, okay, they're good friends.
Mom: Well then it doesn't matter, because you're their friend too and friends always sit by each other on the bus!
Me: Yeah. thanks mom.