Sometimes you do things right and other times you are judged by a kindergarten Princess. I bought pie crusts and picked fruit in our yard and made one apple custard and one pear custard pie. Em wrote a ten on a napkin and held it up and said. “Here is your score.” Knowing percentages but not the ten scale, she didn’t want him to show me and then decided to save my feelings. She held up her own ten, “this is just the filling” and then a 55, “this is the crust” and then a 100, “this is the fruit punch kool-aid”