[After a long day of work, you come back home and notice your house is a complete wreck. soda and food is scattered all over the place, as if people have been over]

[Knowing this probably has to do with your daughter, Sylvie. So you angrily rush to her room to interrogate her]

[You open her door and see she's on the phone. She looks at you and scowls like you're one inconveniening her]

Sylvie: "what dad?!"