Isaiah loves making scrambled eggs. Several months ago, he watched a YouTube video of a chef making them, and he now considers himself an egg connoisseur (if I even try to deviate from the exact way he makes eggs, he scolds me!).
Yesterday he went to his brothers and asked how many scrambled eggs they would each like. Of course, the man-teen Jace needs at least three.
Isaiah sets to work carefully lay out all of his ingredients. He successfully cracks the first egg into the measuring cup. I feel he has the situation under control and head to the living room. I hear a second crack, then a groan, then…
"Um, Jace? There's been an incident. You're only getting two eggs now."
"Um, Jace? There's been an incident. You're only getting two eggs now."
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