A few days ago, after running a ton of errands, I set my humungous shopping bags full of groceries on the kitchen floor, plopped William down with some toys, and ran to the bathroom. I was gone for all of two seconds when I heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen, accompanied by William saying, "Uh-oh," and I remembered that I stupidly left an 18-count carton of eggs on the top of a shopping bag. Uh oh is right. Instead of immediately doing damage control and salvaging the eggs, I did what any sane mother would do: I ran and grabbed my camera.
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| You can't tell in this photo, but every single egg was cracked and leaking egg whites onto the floor. |
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| The picture is blurry, but you get the idea. He felt BAD. I told him it was okay. They were just cracked eggs! |
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I think I laughed a little too hard at the situation because he started to seem proud of himself!
I made him help me clean up. |
Cutie!
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