In a sudden burst of energy, mixed with a sense of caring this morning I taught 11.5 how to make scrambled eggs-and thus hopefully taught another lesson in fishing.
So the backdrop is one of the “life lessons” I try to instill in both girls is the sense that if you give a hungry person a fish you’ve given them a meal. If you teach them to fish you’ve fed them for life. I apply that parable to many circumstances from looking up vocabulary words to making breakfast.
This morning 9.0 was at a sleep over (that’s a regular weekend occurrence) so it was 11.5 and me. I did a run through the snow this morning and then hit the produce market-and when I got home I was starving so I made breakfast. At about that time I finished up (10:30 or so), 11.5 came downstairs. I really did not want to make her breakfast and was kind of hoping she would go for cereal.
Instead she asked for scrambled eggs. Thus a lesson was born.
We cracked the eggs added some milk. I offered some tips about beating eggs-making sure you incorporate air to make them fluffy and timing out the toast to make sure it’s done as the eggs are done.
So now I’ve added to the breakfast in bed menu (I hope) and also taught my daughter how to feed herself-a lesson in fishing.
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