Bacon And Eggs

For quite some time now, if Daddy is here in the morning when PJ gets up, they make bacon and eggs together. Unfortunately, since Mommy doesn’t really eat eggs that much, I never really learned to cook them – which puts me in quite the pickle when asked to make them for PJ. Whenever he asks, I just tell him “I don’t know how to make bacon and eggs” to which he always replies “I’ll teach you Mommy.”

Well….this morning, he woke up just as Ron was leaving. He asked me if Daddy was still here and I informed him that he’d just left for work. I don’t know what it was…the tone of his voice, the extent of his disappointment, or what…but I found myself saying, “come on, you can show me how to make bacon and eggs.”

Whoa! Has he been paying attention to Daddy. I knew as soon as he said “now first Daddy says we have to cook the bacon,” that I was in for it and I’d better get the camera and a notebook. Too bad the video camera wasn’t charged & ready because photos just don’t do the whole process any justice.

He was very meticulous, some might call it anal-retentive or possibly obsessive-compulsive, but then again…he is my son. “FIRST, Daddy says we have to cook the bacon….we need 1, 2, 3 pieces of bacon.”

At one point I tried to move the spatula out of his way & he told me that it had to stay right there, “like this.”

“This is where Daddy keeps ALL the eggs.”

“If Daddy changes his mind, he scoots the bacon over and adds one more piece.”

“Next you lay the bacon on a plate.”

“Now I got to break my egg & after it gets warm, you have to scrape it.”

Of course, I kept trying to reinforce with him that he is NOT allowed to do this without Daddy or myself being with him – eek!

Once he was done cooking, he sat down at the table, took the first bite and said “Hey Mommy, this is not bad, I think you did a good job with me!”