He presses his little hands together in excitement, and has a look of absolute glee on his face.
I get the step stool for him and he looks on with enthusiasm as I pull out the milk, eggs, wheat germ, flour, applesauce, and baking powder.
I tapped my egg gently on the stove and showed him the tiny dent in the side. He TAPPED his egg NOT gently on the stove and kinda broke it. It was still relatively intact, but some of the egg white came out and TOUCHED him.
"GWOSS," he yelled and flung it on the stove.
What do they say about embracing life? It can be messy?