Yesterday, Kyler learned a painful lesson: Adults lie. He discovered that throughout almost his entire young life, I have not been making his French toast without eggs as I told him I was.
At the age of two, he grew a hatred for eggs that stemmed from watching the cat lick a raw egg up that I dropped on the floor. He folded his arms across his chest and vowed to never, ever eat them again, avoiding them at every cost from there on out.
However, he just loves French toast. To save him from much sadness, watching us eat his beloved favorite food right in front of him, I simply told him that I would make his without eggs. Two-year olds believe anything.
After that fateful day, every time I (or anyone, causing much confusion) heated up the skillet to make French toast, he would casually say, “Make mine without eggs” because he wanted to make sure that I remembered.
Six years later, I saw something flicker in his eyes as I was preparing our morning feast. He said, “Mom, how do you make French toast without eggs? Because they make them for breakfast at school and they told me they can’t make them without eggs.”
In my own defense, I had no idea he was eating breakfast at school (he eats breakfast at home, too!), though this does explain why it seems that I shell out money for lunch so often.
Adults used to tell me that the boogie man would get me if I didn't get inside before dark.
ReplyDeleteI never met the boogie man but I was really scared I would meet him in the outhouse at night, two very negative experiences at once.