You know, you don't always realize what you say to your kids until you hear it coming back at you from their mouths.
Last night I was eating a reheated frozen falafel ball (yes, it's as good as it sounds). It was a little...crumbly. Bits of it got cought in the back of my throat, and I started to cough, gag, and turn blue. My 3 year old walked by calmly, and without even stopping to look, chastised me with, "Awww, why don't you cover your mouf!"
This past Shabbos, my wife was walking her to Shul, when she (the wife) slipped on some ice and landed flat on her face. She got up pretty quickly, and said, "I'm ok," but apparently not quickly enough for the PT, who frowned and said, "Stop making such a fuss, will YOU? You're giving me a HEADACHE!"