The other day the kids we babysit for twice a week were having eggs and toast for dinner that I was in charge of cooking. And while my cooking skills may have improved since high school, I’m still the girls who managed to burn canned green beans. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I think it had something to do with the phone ringing and that conversation being far more interesting than dinner.
Anyway, I had managed to think to ask Elizabeth how she cooked the kids eggs…..but I hadn’t listened when she told me. Oops. Turns out the second half to that equation is just as important as the first. Who knew? My conversation with her oldest went something like this.
Me: When your mommy cooks you eggs, are they all yellow and kinda lumpy (I was hoping for scrambled. It is really the only way I know how to cook eggs.)
J: No, they are white.
Me: So they are white on the outside, are they easy?
Me: When you bite them, is there yellow liquid?
J: Yeah! You bite the egg and yellow stuff squirts out!
So I knew how I was supposed to make the eggs……only I had never, ever made them like that before. And J is sort of a picky eater…..a vocally picky eater. I put the first egg in and managed to flip it yolk in tact. Then I got cocky. I tried to make three eggs at the same time while simultaneously toasting bread. I know this may sound like an easy task for most people. But what can I say, the kitchen simply isn’t where my gifts lie.
So I am burning the toast and struggling with the eggs when J comes to look at my progress.
J: You aren’t very good at cooking huh?
Me: No I’m not.
J: Yeah my mommy is really good at cooking (Note: this could not be more true)
Me: Your mommy is very good at cooking. You know who else is good at cooking?
J: Mr. Christian?
Me: Yes Ms. Abby doesn’t have to be a good cook because Mr. Christian is.
J: (Clearly missing the gender equality lecture I am trying to give and only concerned about dinner.) Why didn’t you bring him?
Very good question good sir. Very good question.