That red-headed kid asked for bacon and eggs this morning.
I had to tell him we were out of eggs. I had used the last of them to make the brownies we took to our Christmas Day celebration.
He was disappointed, of course.
Then I offered him a brownie for breakfast. Because there are EGGS in the brownie.
That totally counts.
The husband laughed and said, “You have a good mom, dude.”
I am the resourceful one in this house.