Big loves to help me in the kitchen. Most days, he listens. Most. Today wasn't really one of those days. He spent the majority of his "help mommy" time either in the fridge, grazing on anything within reach, or tryiong to sneak 50 fruit snacks.. I assume his tapeworm was famished after he refused to eat most of yesterday. Anyway, I decided to make a quiche today, so we had the eggs on the counter. Bog helped me mix it all up and I put it in the oven. No worries... bwahaha. When I turned around and Big has two eggs in his hands. He looked at them so sad. I said, "What's wrong?" His answer, "Mommy, we have to take these back to the birds." lmao. He was so sincere in his concern that is was difficult not to laugh.
I told him that I would give them back later, so we should put them back in the carton.... that was where I went wrong. He basically threw them back in and looked at me in total horror when they both cracked. This is where I get Mommy of the year... I told him I would glue them back and give them to the birds after lunch. Amazingly... when I showed him two eggs a few hours later, he didn't give me the stinkeye of disbelief. He told me I was a good fixer, even better than Daddy. (this is true). We also all enjoyed the quiche, which was even better with the two extra eggs thrown into the mix! Now tomorrow, I will take the two (boiled) eggs with me, so I can stop by a farm and put them back. Big even put them with my purse so that I wouldn't forget. I must be doing something right to have a budding vegan on my hands... or a creepy bird activist, it could really go either way at this point. The problem is that I'm not sure which I would prefer.
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