The whole family was sitting in our family room reading, playing games and working on the computer. Benton left the room and sounds could be heard from the kitchen. I kept a keen ear to the sounds. I heard a pot and the refrigerator.
H: "Benton, what are you doing?"
B: " Just getting food."
Fair enough. He knows how to get himself a snack. He knows not to use the stove. I continued to listen.
H: "B, what are you getting to eat?"
B: "I'm making hard boiled eggs!"
Uh oh! I quickly moved from the couch into the kitchen while asking a few key questions.
H: "Did you crack the eggs?"
B: "Uh, huh! All by myself. I am making eggs!"
Benton was so pleased with himself. He had cracked four eggs, three made it into a pot and one had landed on the floor.
B: "See, Mama, I cracked the eggs ALL by myself. I am making hard-boiled eggs."
I quickly wiped up the errant egg, picked a few eggshells out of the mix and helped our little chef make himself scrambled eggs. We talked a bit about how hard boiled eggs need to stay in their shell. He made the eggs all by himself (with a little help from mama). This was such a big deal for the smallest member of our family. Of course, once we were done, he didn't want to eat any eggs.