My daughter had another friend over, and this time the girls wanted to make homemade pizza. (Are you noticing a trend here?)
I got them some refrigerated pizza dough, pizza sauce, and all the toppings. "All right girls. Here you go."
They looked at me with an utterly confused expression on their faces. "What are we supposed to do?" the friend asked.
"Read the directions," I said, and walked away.
Apparently, their direction-reading wasn't so good. Because when I came back in, they had all the toppings on the raw pizza dough.
"Uh, ladies," I said. "Aren't you supposed to pre-cook the pizza dough?"
"Where does it say that?" my daughter asked.
"In the directions."
The girls looked at each other. "Now what do we do?" they asked.
"Well," I said. "You have two choices: You can take all the toppings off, and start over, this time following the directions, or you can cook it for the first eight minutes at high heat so hopefully the crust will cook, and then lower the heat for another six minutes so you don't burn the cheese."
"We'll do the second way," the friend said. "Reading directions is way too hard!"