You can't make an omelet...

Without breaking a few eggs.

Or if you're ME, apparently.

I was making the girls breakfast on Saturday morning (one of my favorite things in the world to do) and Evey wanted to know if I'd make her a cheese omelet. I said "sure."

Then she asked me, "Daddy, do you know how to make a cheese omelet?"

I laughed and told her I did.

About three minutes later...

"Daddy, are you SURE you know how to make a cheese omelet?"

A little annoyed now, "YES, EVEY I DO."

So I delivered the goods.

"Daddy... this isn't a cheese omelet."

So I ate it myself. I don't know what she thought it was, but I thought it was pretty darn good.