TJ decided tonight that he wanted his eggs "messy". In TJ's language that means scrambled.
I explained to him that he had to simply crack two eggs into the frying pan, then keep stirring them while they cooked. He asked if he then had to put them in a bowl to "smoosh them up" . I explained that no, the stirring while cooking would do that for him. So off he goes to cook his eggs under his sisters supervision.
Except that he wouldn't let her supervise! So every couple of minutes he was in and out of my bedroom (still stuck) asking me were his eggs cooked enough yet. Mind you he was bringing the frying pan, the egg flip and the egg rings with him every trip. Not sure why we needed the egg rings, but they make great bracelets!
Hubby has not long gotten home and asked me about the mess in the frying pan. Quite frankly, I told him, I'm surprised there isn't egg from one end of the house to the other!