Eggs

When your 3 yr old brings you a cracked egg while you are in the bathroom, stop brushing your teeth. I don’t care if your mouth is sudsy, you should immediately go to the kitchen where said egg once resided.

If you dilly dally, and actually spit out toothpaste and rinse your mouth you will find that the 18 count carton of eggs your husband just brought home the night before will be completely gone.

You will be saying, thank goodness I used 4 eggs to make french toast for breakfast. I’m glad there is one egg that can still be cooked as you look at 13 eggs broken on your kitchen floor.

As you watch your 1 yr old and your 3 yr old delight in the squishy feeling eggs have on their toes, you will imagine steam is coming out of your ears like an old Looney Toones cartoon.

Luckily your kids will help pick up eggshells, unluckily egg is slippery and both your kids will fall in it and require immediate baths.

Later that day, hidden behind a rice cooker you will find a toy hammer that is covered in egg.

You will vow never to brush your teeth again… 😉 Or, leave the kitchen for that matter.

Sorry for the long absence. Egg-cited for my return? Oh, I couldn’t help myself.

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2 Responses to Eggs

  1. the Jilb says:

    Eggs… eww. I hate when things like that happen!

    Glad you’re back!

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