My daughter is recovering from a bad few weeks.
o One week she wakes up with a bad stomach-ache. I stayed home from work for the day and she was fine the next day.o The following week she woke up with 102 temperature. Two days later, Motzei Shabbos, she woke up with 104. That was the Motzei Shabbos that I was working on Haveil Havalim.
That Shabbos was also her birthday.
o The week after that, last week--on the first day of school--she spent half of the day in the Emergency Room. We got a call from the school that her nose was gushing blood and they could not stop it. At the hospital they called in a specialist and everything worked out fine without having to cauterize. [My daughter still thinks the scariest thing a doctor can do is give you a shot--she can now go on thinking that for a while]
Now we are back to our usual rhythm...
When we got home from school today, I asked my daughter if she wanted eggs. Being newly 7 and more independent, she went to the refrigerator and took out a baggie with hard boiled eggs in it. She carefully shelled them--then handed them to me.
And informed me that she wanted her eggs sunny-side up.
Apparently she got her cooking gene from me.
But at least things are back to normal.
Baruch HaShem.
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The closest I've come to that is to give her the hardboiled eggs and then wait till she is done--having eaten the whites and left the yolk.
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