Previously, the top performer was the sound of a child retching, because, well, you know. Second place was the baby gate being pushed over, because that meant the Kraken had escaped. Sounds of potential home invasion were way, way down the list.
But we added a new one yesterday: the sound of a seven-year-old saying, "Don't worry about the ironing, Mommy! I did it while you were sleeping."
Yes, he did. A napkin, one of his brother's school shirts, and a pair of gym shorts.
The shirt looked great. And he remembered to unplug the iron when he was done.
He left the iron face down on the ironing board, but, well, singe marks don't hurt anything.
So. That was exciting.
We decided that it was past time to teach him to cook, then, since his appetite for Doing Dangerous Grown-up Things had clearly been unsatisfied.
Scrambled Eggs À La Theo it was, then.
If you want to make them, here's how:
Mix eggs (one per person, plus one extra), salt, and cream in a bowl.
Pour eggs into hot pan with melted butter.
Burn your finger a little, so that Mom remembers that people should wear shirts while cooking.
Stir gently to keep eggs from burning.
Enjoy a good breakfast with Mom.
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