Turning into my Father

I remember one time when the SIL and I were cooking, and I put down a potholder on the counter, only one corner of it was touching the stove top. "Don't put that there," my father snapped at me. "What if someone turns the stove on?"

I snatched the potholder away. "Why would someone turn the stove on if a potholder was on it?" I snapped back.

I have just returned from the kitchen, where I snapped at Dr. Skull for putting a sheet of paper with a recipe scrawled on it on the stove top. "Don't put that there!" I snapped. "What if someone turns the stove on?"

(In my father's defense, there were about a dozen people in the house, including two small children. In my defense, it's just me and Dr. Skull here. Uh, wait...)