"Careful! CAREFUL! Put in some more butter, " he screams. "Oh geez, that’s too many eggs. You’re cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!"
"Give me the paper," the teenager continued. "Where’s the sports? Did you lose the sports? I can’t believe it, the sports section is missing. Watch the eggs. Get that butter. They’re going to stick. BE CAREFUL! Don’t you ever listen to me?"
"You know I like the sports section. How many times to we have to go over that? The eggs are sticking! Turn them. NOW! What could you possibly be thinking? And the salt. Don’t forget the damn salt. You ALWAYS forget the salt."
Finally, there’s a moment of silence. The dad asks, "What’s wrong with you? Don’t you think your mother can fry a couple of eggs?"
The boy shrugged, sipped his orange juice and calmly replied, "I just thought you should know how the two of you made me feel at yesterday’s game."