Little Brother (inspecting his T-shirt): “Do you think I can still wear this shirt today, even though I spilled Leaky Egg* on it?”
Me: “How about you get a wet paper towel and wipe it up and see how it looks when it dries?”
LB: “Well, I already licked it off, so…”
(*Translation: a Leaky Egg is an egg over easy. Yes, I know all about salmonella danger. We live on the edge over here.)
The only saving grace here is that the egg seems to have spilled on the bright yellow letters…
6 thoughts on “Overheard, the Fashion Plate Edition”
All the time. You’re sure you want to be in a situation where you’ll eat with this kid? 😉
Most certainly I do!
Oh good! I was hoping I hadn’t scared you off!
BTW, we called them fried eggs growing up. I’m going to have some for breakfast today, but if I spill it on my shirt, I promise that I won’t lick it. 😉
I call them fried eggs too, but in LittleBrotherish, they’ve been renamed.