What happens when Daven throws a fit in the kitchen and demands that he can crack the egg "all by myself!"
Mommy lets him try, knowing full and well the outcome.
Yes, I did.
Daven kept insisting that he didn't need help getting the egg open and ready to cook. So I sat him on the edge of the sink, got a bowl and handed him an egg.
No egg made it to the bowl.
After he gave cracking it on the side of the bowl a few attempts and was unsuccessful, he then managed to squeeze it open. It got all over both of us.
But now he knows that he still needs mommy's help to crack open the eggs for breakfast.
We now also know that egg works pretty well as a hair gel - yikes!