Broken Hands

I usually make dinner to be ready for my parents when they get home from work. Today I had borrowed my mom's car which meant picking her up from work, and in turn not having dinner made.  So just after walking in the door with my mom, and my dad getting home steps behind us, a friend called me.  yes, it's true. i have a friend.  so about an hour later i realize that my parents have been sitting in the kitchen talking the entire time i've been on the phone.. ..  waiting.. with their broken hands (only logical explanation)  for me to come downstairs and make them dinner.   my parents are getting spoiled.