An Actual Conversation: Scrambled Eggs

Oh, Geeze. Pumpkin Pie is ready for breakfast, HIDE THE EGGS!!!

Pumpkin Pie loves scrambled eggs.  This wouldn’t be especially noteworthy to me except that he follows two brothers who never liked scrambled eggs.  At all.  Not a bite.  Never.  No thanks, don’t touch the stuff.  Then Pumpkin Pie entered the picture and couldn’t get enough scrambled eggs.  At the height of his scrambled egg mania, when he was three, one morning he ate FIVE scrambled eggs.  Watching him eat them was like performance art.

This Sunday Morning I was a little late coming downstairs because of a Zyrtec-induced coma and had missed Husband making scrambled eggs for Pumpkin Pie and Sweet Pea (who, after watching Pumpkin Pie unhinge his jaw and gobble scrambled eggs for 2 years finally rethought his scrambled egg stance).  I arrived just in time to see Husband clear Sweet Pea’s dishes and sit down with his own plate of eggs.

Husband: I didn’t make you any eggs, but the pan is ready if you want to make some.

Me (thinking about my Weight Watchers plans):  No thanks, I’m going to have some yogurt.

Pumpkin Pie: CAN I HAVE SOME MORE EGGS PLEASE?!?! (I don’t know why, but he seemed to need to yell the request, I think it is a youngest child thing.)

Me: Or I could have eggs.  Sure thing, Pumpkin Pie.

Appreciating his appropriate use of the word please, I mixed up three eggs, set up the bread in the toaster, and got to work.  A little bit later the eggs were yellow and fluffy and the toast was brown and perfect right when Pumpkin Pie wandered back into the kitchen.

Me: Pumpkin Pie, your eggs are almost ready.

Pumpkin Pie (casually, with no eye contact at all):  No thanks, I changed my mind.

Me (Worrying I would be left to eat all three eggs and both pieces of toast):  Well, change it back, dude.  I have three eggs here, one for you and two for me.

Like Queen, Pumpkin Pie wants it all. And he wants it now.


Pumpkin Pie: Two?!  I want all three!  WHY CAN’T I HAVE ALL THREE EGGS!!!!

Me: Really?

Pumpkin Pie: How about two.  Please?

Me (scooping him out 1/3 of the eggs):  Okay, here’s two.

Pumpkin Pie: Yay!  Thanks!

Even when I am not spoiling the baby, he thinks I am.  Awesome.  At least he said please and thanks.

(Image Credits:  Chicken from, I Want It All from Wikipedia)

About Adventures From Cloud 8

I am a stay at home mom who now and again sneaks away to be an in-home family therapist. My husband and I have 3 boys: Sweet Pea (12), Pickles (9) and Pumpkin Pie (4). Oh yeah. We have Doodle Dog, too. You guessed it! He’s a boy. At least he pees outside.
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