Hel-lo Overreaction.

Today I was sitting on the couch with Landon, when my dad asked me to do something in the kitchen, so as I was getting up to go do said task, I had my phone in my hand and was finishing texting someone. Not wanting to take my phone in the kitchen, I attempted to throw it over the couch, over the vase of flowers, and at Landon so he would catch it. I failed, however, and my throw ended up being too short. It hit the vase, not knocking it over or breaking it, but just knocking some petals off of the already half-dead flowers. My father, witnessing the whole shabang, proceeded to call me an idiot for doing this. As I followed him into the kitchen, he yelled at me even more for being so stupid and giving me the if-that-vase-had-broken-you-would-have-to-buy-your-mother-a-new-one routine. As I was in the kitchen doing whatever he asked me to do before, he muttered 'jerk' under his breath and crashed the pots and pans and such around while making dinner. Is this small accident worth this large outcome? I do not think so. I do not think so one bit.