One day, Timmy came home from school to find Mom in the kitchen. She turned to him and, with a smile, said, "Hello Timmy! How was your day at school?"
He was filled with a rage previously unknown to human kind, probably caused by all those violent video games he had been playing recently. "It was awful! I got an F! Mr. Crocker is full of crock!"
"Now, no need to yell." Mom said, perfectly calm. Her calm was what pushed him over the edge.
He grabbed a frying pan and banged her upside the head with it.
She fell to the ground with a thud.
Oops.