Eggs-pert Babysitter

| Related | February 13, 2012

(I’m watching my 3-year-old niece, when my 11-year-old brother comes into the room.)

Brother: “I’m watching niece today!”

Me: “Nope.”

Brother: “Uh huh! Sis said so.”

(I know it’s not true, but decide he’ll lose interest quicker if he gets his way.)

Me: “Fine, she needs breakfast.”

Brother: “You can have whatever you want.”

Brother: “Okay. What are pokey eggs?”

Niece: “They are pokey eggs.”

Brother: “Right. But what makes them pokey?”

Niece: “They are pokey.”

Brother: “Do you mean scrambled?”

Niece: “Not scrambled! Pokey!”

Brother: “What are pokey eggs?!”

Niece: “Pokey. Eggs. Are. Pokey. Eggs.”

(I would have let this go on much longer, but my niece is on the verge of tears.)

Me: “Fry and egg sunny-side up, and leave it a little soft so she can poke it with her toast.”

Brother: “That’s it?” *to niece* “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

Niece: “I’ve been telling you that!”

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