Crack
I was making scrambled eggs for
lunch; in attendance was JJ, my four year-old grandson … who was fascinated
with the pack of eggs on the table.
He picked up an egg and examined it; I
asked him - as one would - to put it back gently. He picked another one up … I
had turned my attention to the frypan and butter, when I heard that noise: Crack.
I swung around, he looked at me, then turned back to the spilt egg and without
missing a beat declared, “Opa, you have to buy eggs with stronger shells.”
