The Boys

Sometimes Jack and Ryder just crack me up.  I was taking care of a few things upstairs and I heard the boys rumbling around downstairs.  Soon the sounds became a little worrisome and I went to check.  The boys were making me scrambled eggs!  Yes, they had the 18ct. egg carton and were cracking away.  At least this time (yes, it happened about two years ago) they were cracking the eggs into a bowl and not onto the carpet.  I am not ready to teach them how the stove works so that is as far as they got.