We went to dinner to celebrate Tara's birthday. The place we went offers scrambled eggs with fries. I could write a full volume on my recent efforts to get Thomas to eat eggs for breakfast, but not this time. Clearly, they make their eggs better than I do. And the serve it with a fork that is way to big for him to really handle, and "The Knife". He actually said that the knife made the eggs better than the ones Daddy makes for breakfast! I'm not exactly sure what to do with that. I have a few ideas, but I'm not sure if any of them are really right.
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