Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Daddy's Special Touch

When I put omelets on the menu for our Sunday morning breakfast, I feel a little guilty.  Because you know what actually happens? 

1) I make ugly omelets that fall apart and just don't look right at all
2) I give up on omelets and just make an egg scramble
or, most commonly,
3) Alif takes over for me

He has a cute, funny, OCD way of doing things:
 But his omelets are delicious.  And gorgeous.
When I make the omelets, or the I-gave-up-egg-scrambles, we all eat them and enjoy them and it's fine.  But a beautiful omelet no one can resist.
So it had to be documented, even if Alif thinks I'm a little goofy for doing so.

1 comment:

  1. Haha! I'm the same way, ugly omelets all the way!