That show me just how nonsensical the whole thing really is, help to put things in perspective for me.
Yesterday my mother baked some Mexican food. Today she was using the oven, and called me to report that something in the bottom of the oven was on fire. She wanted to know if I had ever spilled anything in the oven that would be on fire, since then that would mean it was my fault. Completely ruling out the reality that if I had spilled in something in her oven, it would have burned
yesterday, and that the
extremely likely answer is that she spilled something in it yesterday while baking with it. All that matters is that she's mad and it has to be my fault

, reality be damned.
Sometimes it's the not-so-serious and really silly examples like this one that remind me that she has the mind of a child sometimes and to not be so angry with her.