“Aray!” I shouted. I looked down and my loud voice just stunned my 10-year-old boy. He did not know what to do as he just hit my leg with the toaster oven tray. He was toasting some bread.
Out of anger, I told him not to come near me. “You know how little space we have. I am cooking! You should have waited for your turn.”
We ate breakfast in silence.