The other night, I was asked by the LGBB if she could have a boiled egg for breakfast.
So I boiled some eggs in readiness for the next day.
As is my penchant, I drew faces on them once they were done because I find this a quick, easy (and let's face it, enjoyable) way to differentiate between boiled and raw eggs when they're all together in the fridge. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can tell by spinning them on the counter top or by their weight or ... yada-yada-yada. My way isn't scientific but it gives me an amused little kick when I open the fridge and see sights like this:
|Completely cooked, as they say...|
Now, I didn't realise until I took the egg out of the fridge and placed it in Lolly's egg cup the next morning that I had possibly used the wrong choice of facial expression....
|"But... you told me it wouldn't hurt a bit!"|
But it was too late. I had already used the other two eggs. This could go either way, I thought to myself as I heard her footsteps running up to the kitchen.
The LGBB was delighted to find an egg in her egg cup. She giggled at the silly face. I started to whack the top of the egg with a knife to open it up for her, wondering if I ought to tell her to avert her eyes, when she started to talk in ... well, an egg voice, and said:
"Oh no! I can't look! Quick.... turn me around," and then proceeded to swivel the egg cup so the egg was now facing away from us. I nearly peed my pants at that point but then she started commentating on my cutting ability, in the same egg voice:
"Ummm.... hairdresser? You're not a very good hairdresser.... You're cutting my brain!"
I thought, Well, at least she's not mortified, and joined in with a "I just wanted a little off the top and sides..."
By the time her egg looked like this, Lolly was excited that the shocked mouth had turned into a smile.
She thought I was magic.
I hadn't the heart to tell her she was looking at the nose, not a little smile. I had inadvertently been clever with my artistic license.
|All's well that ends well.|