Help, that is.
Mr. Jenny and I had the grandlittles for an overnight on Friday night. We took them to see the Christmas lights at the Mormon temple here...
I wish I had some of the pictures of the reflecting pool to share with you. It is one of the most glorious sights imaginable...millions of twinkling lights reflected in the blackened, rippling pool of mirrored water and...
Yeah, that doesn't feel like much of a natural segue from kitchen help that isn't, does it?
So...overnight, Christmas lights...blah, blah, blah...
And in the morning, little Mo told me she wanted to help me make scrambled eggs for breakfast.
I picked her up on the counter and gave her a bowl and two eggs.
She picked up one of the eggs and crushed it in her hand. Egg when flying everywhere!
"Mo! What are you doing?" I said. I was really surprised because I taught her how to crack an egg on the counter and she's been doing it that way for at least a year.
"Grandma! Watch this!" she replied excitedly. She then proceeded to crush the second egg in her hand.
"Mo! Stop that! What are you doing!?!" There was egg everywhere, dripping off the counter onto the floor to the great delight of Oskar the weiner dog.
"Grandma! Don't get mad. This is how PROFESSIONALS crack an egg! I saw it on TV. They do it exactly like this!"
"Mo! I don't think PROFESSIONALS crack an egg by squashing it in their hand. Do PROFESSIONALS make a big mess like that every time they crack an egg?"
She tipped her head to the right. She looked at the mess surrounding her. She tipped her head to the left and peered over the edge of the counter where Oskar waited in quivery anticipation.
"Wellll..." she finally conceded, "Maybe a five year old KID can't crack an egg like a PROFESSIONAL..."
She gave a big sigh.
"Grandma? I'm going to need two more eggs!"