I hate eggs.
Duh. Like. Always.
The next morning...
What would you like for breakfast?
I'll have eggs.
Embedded in this eggy exchange are two simple jewels of parenthood and life.
Be nonchalant. Engage in "My Way Or The Highway" and "Are You Kidding Me?" banter and expect a fight. You kid won't eat anything.
Appreciate the whimsy of youth. Because once we were young and swapped food and friends and pleasures as unpredictably as a sneeze. Isn't it so much harder to change our minds as we age?
Who knew a batch of scrambled eggs could make for such inspired living.