I remember a time when I was soooo angry with my teenage son. I was trying to scold him. We were in the kitchen and I was holding a wooden spoon. I was so angry that I hit the wooden spoon on the countertop and broke the spoon. The situation was diffused by the fact that I had to stand on a stool in order to be taller than him.
I don't recall the issue. I do remember the broken wooden spoon and the ridiculousness of standing on the stool in my vain attempt to show that I was still the judge of behavior standards for those who lived in my house. I do recall the outcome. We both laughed and hugged. We both vowed to behave better in the future.
This Pickles cartoon reminds me of that time.