Suddenly the boy bursts into the kitchen.
"Careful! CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my goodness!
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my! 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 mother stared at him. "What's wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The son calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm trying to play soccer."
i am as guilty as the poor egg fryin woman