Boiled or raw?

“Is this egg cooked?”

My son stood in front of the open refrigerator, holding an egg he found there that was out of the carton.

“I don’t know. Check it,” I said, confident in the fact that he knew how to check to see if an egg is boiled or raw. I knew he knew because I taught him when he was a child, just like my dad taught me.

“OK.”

And he let go.

That wasn’t what I taught him.

“Oh!” he shouted as it splattered on the kitchen floor. He must have thought it incredibly funny, for he continued to cough back laughter as he cleaned up the egg.

Somehow I just didn’t see it quite like he did.

Since that morning, I’ve thought a lot about the egg incident. What did it hurt? Not a thing. What did it cost? Between 15 and 20 cents, depending on what I paid for that carton of eggs. What did it do? It created a moment of fun that my son will remember forever.

Just a silly, impulsive act that brought laughter to the morning.

I’m so glad I didn’t make an issue out of it. I’m so glad I laughed later with him about it. And I’m so glad he knows better than to pull a stunt like that again …

Summer is almost over. Laugh with your kids while you can.

And if you want to know how to tell if an egg is boiled or raw, drop me a line.


P.S. Today is my son’s birthday. If you know him, wish him a happy one.



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