She stands over the stove, heart pounding, spatula trembling, wondering how making breakfast turned into a full‑blown crisis. Every shout feels like a jab: too many eggs, not enough butter, wrong angle, wrong speed. The noise, the pressure, the criticism—until her eyes blur and she finally cracks, insisting she knows exactly what she’s doing. That’s when he stops.
His face softens, and the chaos in the room suddenly feels staged. He delivers the punchline gently: this is what it feels like to drive with her in the passenger seat. In an instant, her panic turns into stunned recognition, then reluctant laughter. The eggs are fine; their marriage, even better. Beneath the prank is a simple truth about love: sometimes the only way to show someone how they make you feel is to hold up a mirror—with just enough humor to keep you both on the same side.
