Except I hard-boiled the soft boiled eggs by accident.
So they had to have hard boiled eggs and toast for dinner. They played it off really cool because they're nice like that but I felt bad.
At some point, we started talking about "Of Mice and Men" because random Steinbeck happens a lot around here.
"I loved Lenny," Big Kid said. "I really liked the differences in the characters. He is really good at describing things."
"Yeah, he's kind of known for that." I agreed. "It was sad."
"Like eggs and soldiers," he said.
"Okay, I know I messed them up but as sad as 'Of Mice and Men'? Because, really, that was some heavy stuff and I don't think overcooked eggs are THAT bad." I answered.
"No, mom, I said, 'I like the eggs and soldiers.' I'm telling you I liked the meal."
"Oh! I misheard you. Maybe I'm sensitive because they're more like bombs and soldiers this time."
"I think they're great."
|I found this on the fridge later that night.|
So, I can totally get away with feeding these people hard-boiled eggs and toast as a meal. They love me that much.