So, I was in the living room the other day...or, well, wherever I was, it wasn't the kitchen, and I heard Monkey1 and Monkey2 calling me in panicked voices. Which isn't always, necessarily, a cause for concern. But then I realized, they were in a panic about something related to Monkey3's activity. So I listened carefully to ascertain what level of alarm needed to be reached, and how quickly I needed to get there.
"Mama! Monkey3 is pretending to cook himself eggs!! Don't worry though, the burner isn't on!"
Oh, well then, that's not really a prob...wait, is he using real eggs?!?
Well naturally. Why on earth would he have dropped a pretend egg in the pan, when the refrigerator is right there? When I walked into the kitchen there he was, happily stirring his eggs around the frying pan with my spatula:
So...I turned on the burner. I mean, what else was there to do, really? And he was so pleased with his eggs that he cooked all by himself!
And I was left with this:
Only I've realized since then that actually letting him cook the eggs may have been a small miscalculation, because now it's his favourite activity. And I have this sort of mess to clean up on a pretty regular basis. Also, we're going through a lot of eggs.