August 4, 2012 by CassieCravings
Do you know the moment when the house has suddenly become eerily quiet, the moment where you just know that he isn’t play quietly or reading a book. In your heart you just know that something in your house has been wrecked or on its way to being wrecked.
I had that feeling yesterday morning. I started calling for Eli. No answer. I walked a bit faster and called a bit louder.
I walked into to the kitchen to find Eli holding an egg in each hand. I stopped. I started slowly reaching for his hands. I tried not to startle him. Next to his feet was the nearly full egg carton. I felt as if I was diffusing a 2 year old egg bomb. Gradually, carefully, methodically I approached him.
Eli giggled, “Looks! I squishes the eggs! I’s gots ‘da muscles! Looks a’ my so big muscles!”
I screamed, “No!” I practically dove for his hands. He looked at me like I had absolutely lost my mind, as if to say, “Gaw, Mom! They’re just eggs.” Casually he handed the eggs back and sighed as he walked away.
All dozen eggs and the kitchen floor were both saved.
We have got to find another way for Eli to show off how his big muscles can squish things.