Yes, it’s true. My oldest son said he was going to make scrambled eggs for breakfast. And a fine, fine job he did.
Thinking back to when I was twelve, I was cooking, cutting the grass, helping with laundry, babysitting my brother and sister (which is a subject worth a blog post all its own!).
So…it was really nice to come downstairs to a plate of scrambled eggs. Just add some ketchup and enjoy.
Thanks Son No.1! You can make breakfast (or lunch or dinner) for me anytime.