Early morning, breakfast time. Running late. Each child wants a different kind of egg for breakfast. We have 15 minutes to cook and eat before we need to head out the door. Three pans going. Toast in toaster. I feel like a short order cook.
Handing out the plates I notice what Tommy will notice in about a half a second. That his fried egg is a little
I hold my breath. We have to be in the car in 5 minutes. I say a quick prayer, "Please let him be okay with this breakfast."
He was. 4 minutes later he's bringing me his empty plate.
Dodged a bullet there.
I love you Tommy!