Son: Do you want an egg, mom?
Me: Oh yes please!
Several minutes later …
Me: When are the eggs ready?
Son: Now.
Me: How do you know?
Son: I can feel it.
Me: What are you, one with the eggs?
The scary part?
He was right. The egg was perfect.
HOW DOES HE DO THAT?
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Too funny. The boy has skills!
Yes, he does! (He also makes me feel like I’m adopted. His cooking skills surpass mine by a few miles.)
Better skills than mine!
He is acquiring new skills !!!!
Apparently!
Congratulations, you (sound as if you) are raising a Teen Chef!
Thanks! I’m just glad someone here knows how to use a stove!