little chef

Ava's had the flu but for breakfast she requested eggs and toast. If that's what was sounding good to her then I was going to make eggs and toast.

I got out the necessary ingredients (um...eggs and bread), and laid them on the counter. Noah came over and asked my if he could "cwap" (sounded like crap) the eggs. Thinking that was funny, I decided to text Brian to start his day off with a smile. I wasn't gone more than 2 minutes....

...back in the kitchen, there is my little chef. As I realize what has happened I survey the damages. What I could deduce is that after asking, and me saying no, Noah decided to have a go at cracking the egg in his own play kitchen. That's where I found most of the egg white, on the floor and down the heater vent, and the top of the egg shell. Moving on, back to the kitchen counter where he has pulled up the little chair to access his work space. Here I find the remaining half of the egg shell in the bowl I'd put out for beating the eggs, and the egg yolk (running off the counter and down the drawer fronts). Just as I'm about to reprimand him I glance into the sink and there is my sponge soaked in yellow egg yolk. Ahhhhh...he TRIED to clean it up. Love you buddy!