Move over Paula Deen

This morning, Baby Girl told me she wanted some eggs for breakfast. So, I get out the eggs & the frying pan, while she decides she wants something else. I fix her what she wants & put up the eggs.

A little while later, Matt Lizzie & I are working out the big tree & hear some commotion in the kitchen. I go in there & Bo has fixed himself a bowl of cereal (not unusual) & Baby Girl is cooking herself some eggs.

Seriously. She took the egg carton out of the frig, took all the eggs out of the carton & put them into a cast iron skillet that was sitting on the stove, threw the carton in the trash & put the skillet of eggs into the oven.

I couldn't help but laugh! She's only 2! I knew I had to blog about this one.

And the most amazing part of this story, no eggs where broken during this activity.