This morning I made eggs and toast for breakfast.
Normally I like to make scrambled eggs,
but lately Bear likes them sunny side up so he can dip his toast in the egg yolk.
So I crack three eggs into the pan and set about cooking them.
Mean while Bear is toasting the toast.
He looks over at the eggs and says,
Yes! I get a face!
(or something to that effect)
I'm like, what???
Then I look at the pan with the eggs and I get it.
I wish it were a smile :)