Panic

Last week, mom returned after a hard day at work with a head ache (or was it a tooth ache?). It was so bad that she went straight to bed after she got home. So dad had to cook dinner for us. He quickly whipped up a little something for my brother and I and soon, the three of us sat down to eat.

Me: *munching on what dad cooked* "This is pretty good!"
Dad: Of course! What? You didn't know I can cook?
Me: "Oh I knew, I was just surprised you can do this that quickly, is all."
Dad: "Your mom isn't the only one who can cook you know."

*Short silence broken by occasional sound of my father gloating over his cooking skills.*

Dad: "What's PMS?"
Me: *falls out of chair*