When I woke up from my nap on Saturday, I was hit with the realization that I had a lot of cooking to do. Passover dinner was to be at my house the next day. And I hadn't even started. (If you have no idea about how extensive Passover dinners are, let me just say, it's basically a twenty course meal.)
I began with the hard boiled eggs - fifteen of them. After they were cooked, I cracked and peeled off the shells, one at a time. Not fun!
My eight year old son wandered into the kitchen. He stood next to me and watched me intently. "Mama, that's not how you do it," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Watch and learn, Mama." He grabbed the bowl of eggs. And then do you know what he did? He dumped them on the floor!
I stared at him, speechless.
He grinned. "See Mama, now they're all cracked!"
And then he walked off, leaving me to clean up the mess on the floor.