I’m spell stealing Jong’s bacon and donuts.
If you haven’t got kids you probably don’t appreciate the joy of convincing them that the joys in life aren’t yucky.
Take bacon and eggs for eggample.
Odin loves eggs, but only a certain way.
He has to crack the egg, add a little milk, salt and pepper, then whisk it… Not too much, just so the yolk isn’t in one piece.
Yolks… Generally kids don’t like yolks, unless they are mixed in.
Odin is no exception
I like my eggs all sorts of ways.
Doesn’t matter how you prepare it, you have done it just the way I want it (especially if you do it while I get to smell the aromas wafting from the kitchen).
Sunny side up with my spell stolen bacon this morning.
Extra piece of toast for soldiers of course.
The problem was I put my toast on the plate with Odin’s toast… He wasn’t happy when I cut up my soldiers.
Childish rhyming to the rescue.
The soldier was marching across the egg
He slipped on the yolk and he bumped head.
He jumped into daddy’s mouth chomp chomp chomp
No more eggy on the soldiers legs (or head if last piece).
Tears turned to joy.
Next thing you know I couldn’t speak for the soldiers hanging out of my mouth.
So remember next time you are faced with a child that wont eat his eggs, or maybe an adult that wont eat their Thai, make up a silly rhyme and see if that changes their world.
I will point out that he didn’t want to eat any of MY bacon (mmm bacon… thanks for the inspiration Jong!). I can’t say I was sad about that. While there is no limit to the amount of bacon I can eat, there is a limit to the amount the fridge can store.
PS: I am from the camp that says there is never enough bacon… I know I am not alone!
Gnomer and Out!
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