"Careful... Careful!!! Put in some more butter! Oh my God! You're cooking too many at once. Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh my God! Where are we going to get more butter? They're going to stick! Careful... Careful!!! I said be careful! You never listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. Use the salt! The salt!"
The mom stared at him and asked, "What the heck is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The son calmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving with you in the car."
I used the above joke once when she complained how I drive dangerously but, apparently the joke doesn't work because she still complain how dangerous my driving skills was. I love my concerned mom.
