We’re at the stage in our house now where I can’t crack an egg….no literally I cannot do any more of the egg cracking – at all, not ever!
Not only has Oliver decided that this is his job now forevermore actually… he is much better at it than I am (really!) and hardly ever gets any eggshell in there. If he finds out that I have so much as considered cracking an egg without him around he gets very very territorial as he truly believes that this is his job now. Charming as this may be, and as pleased as I am that I have introduced him to this vital life skill….visions of him starving during his grown up University days vanish in an instant – this boy will always be able to cook himself an egg….. – it can be rather infuriating at other times when you just want to quickly get on with something, make a cake (as you do!), glaze some pastry or whip up some scrambled eggs, somehow or other he always appears saying “mummy that’s my job now you know” and as I acquiesce knowing that he won’t give in until I let him do it himself ….and realising that what I’m doing is just going to have take a little longer and not be rushed…. I stop myself and realise the true reality of how really wonderful a problem this is and remember that these days, since he has become chief egg cracker around here he’ll also eat the things too….(or was it the Mr Strong stories that finally persuaded him?!)…either way will do for me.
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