A Little Comic Relief

I followed a trail of smoke this morning to the kitchen. “What are you doing?” I called to the nameless person trapped in there. His head popped out.
“I’m making some pancakes from your leftover batter.”
“Are you sure it’s going ok?” I questioned doubtfully. From the looks of the scorched and blackened pan and the amount of smoke, it didn’t look too good.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” He responded impatiently, catching his oven mitten on fire in the same movement.
“Well….are you sure? I could help if you want.” I stepped over to aid him in stamping out the blazing glove. He moved out of my reach.
“I can do it by myself.”
I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Men! That incurable ego of yours!”
“Women!” he called after me. “and that incurable I-can-fix-it-for-you attitude of yours!”
Aww man….don’t tell me he’s right!
(disclaimer: This was not an actual argument between us. There was a lot of laughter before, during and afterwards.)