Onion

I was in the kitchen cutting onion one day when my dad walks in.  He goes to me and tries to show me a "better way" to cut it.  Regardless of my limited experience in the kitchen the fact that he, a guy, was telling me, a girl, how to do something as simple as cutting a stinkin' onion really ticked me off.  I stood in bitter silence while he finished cutting the onion the "right way" until he stepped back, looked at me, and told me that the first argument he and mom ever had was over cutting onion. This made me laugh.  My deepest sympathies to you mom.