For sharing time, she brought a PLANE and a TRAIN.
And who is the king of rhyming words?
Dr. Seuss, of course.
On Wednesday, her teacher made Green Eggs & Ham for snack time. Big Sis could not stop talking about it.
She assured me she knew how to do it herself, and could not wait to fix me a big plate of green eggs & ham for my breakfast the next day.
The next morning, we woke at the usual time, and after a bit, I prepared to exercise. Big Sis frantically asked me if I wanted my breakfast before I left. I assured her I needed to wait (stomach rolling at the thought of a plate of green eggs).
Post-workout, she could hardly contain herself - pulling out the carton of eggs & assuring me she knew exactly what to do. With a pit in my stomach, I heated up the frying pan, and watched her crack an egg. A drop of blue food coloring later, a whipped greenish mass stared at me from the bottom of her mixing bowl. I dumped it into the pan, and we watched it cook.
I tried to back out - frantically thinking of an excuse, any excuse, to avoid eating what was on that plate. Finally, Big Daddy chimes in with "I think Mama missed the point of that story....".
I sighed, took a breath, and ate my green eggs & ham. As long as I didn't look at what I was eating, I was OK.
I have a feeling this will not be the last time I have to do this.