I Did Not Like the Look You Gave Me

Boil, bubble, soil and stubble. Slap. What did you do that for? You were doing it wrong. How do you do it? Boil, bubble, toil and trouble. I stare at her, incredulous. Did it really matter? Slap. Why did you do that? I asked her. I did not like the look you gave me, she said. Boil bubble, soil and stubble, I said…. It was an hour later, and there was no slap. The slapping hands were in the pot now with the rest of she-who-thought-she-knew-everything.