My son had a play date the other day. His best friend’s mother dropped him off afterward, and came up to the house to say hello.

“I think I scared your son,” she told me.

The boys had been playing video games in the living room when she came in to tell them to get ready. Three rounds of WWE wrestling later and they still hadn’t moved … so she did what any self-respecting mother would do. She lost it.

“Your son thinks I yell a lot. I told him ‘I’m just Italian,’ ” she said. “Then he told me, ‘I’m Italian, too, but I don’t yell.’ ”

You get that from me, kid.