Not too long ago, I came into my kitchen when I heard one of my boys crying about his food not being done. I wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about, but quickly found out when I stumbled upon this:
This is NOT a hard-boiled egg.
This is also NOT a hard-boiled egg.
Guess what? Not hard boiled.
Starting to sense a pattern here…
Thankfully both cartons weren’t full, but he missed the carton of hard-boiled eggs by one shelf. Apparently, the bright, colored carton threw him off. That’s just the type of thing us MOTYs do, right?
Just Us Mothers of the Year 