Eggs on Sunday

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Sundays in our household are usually brunch days.  

It is also one of the few days that my lovely wife gets to sleep in. Every other day, she gets up super-early in order to make sure that everything at home runs like clockwork, before she goes to work. And despite the 'evil voice' in my head that constantly nags me to wake her up, I try not to disturb her. Of course, part of the reason is that usually my toddler son sleeps in late with her too. Which gives me plenty of 'me-time' in the morning, to have a relaxed coffee, read the paper, frown about updates on Facebook, think of a humorous tweet for Twitter and so on. And some days, I decide to have breakfast too - usually eggs, because my wife and son don't enjoy them as much as I do.

 

Now, part of my son's growing up phase is repeatedly pointing at something and asking, "What is that?" in a very posh, British accent. (No, I'm not sure where he picked that up from. Perhaps, that's the only thing he picked up from his country of birth. Of course, this 'question' often comes at the wrong time and place, but more on that in another post)

 

Today, as I was rushing about the kitchen, trying to get all the ingredients sorted for my sunny side up, I felt a tug on my shorts. I looked down and found my toddler son looking back up at me, rubbing his eyes and letting out a wide yawn. He indicated that he wanted to sit up on the kitchen counter, and I obliged. As I cracked open an egg and poured it into the warm pan, he sat quietly, observing every step.  Truth be told, I was rather perplexed by the lack of his 'what is that?' question.

 

I waited for a few seconds, but he still said nothing. Instead, he stared at the egg, as if trying to understand what was transpiring. Determined not to let this moment pass, I looked at him and asked with a smile, "What is that?", pointing towards the split egg in the pan.

 

He took a deep breath and looked at me, as if contemplating what to say.

 

"I guess you don't know what this is," I said, with a smirk.

 

And then he said loudly, his eyes filling up, "Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!"

 

Kids. They say the strangest things.


 

P.S. -  For a bit, I did feel like I was responsible for Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall. But then, the egg tasted yummy.

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