How Do You Like Your Eggs?
Posted on October 12, 2011
Esten´s seventh grade class is studying blogs; therefore, he requested I repost this story (about him) from March 2011.
Mornings in our household are just like any other household with small children, chaos. This morning was no exception. Eliane came bouncing downstairs with a hairdo rivaling Tina Turner from the 1980´s. Esten, my speedy guy, was up and eating breakfast in no time. And Erling Jr, the slowest of all pokes, took his sweet time about finding his place at the table. Like clockwork, in the middle of his cereal, Esten decides to pay a visit to the bathroom. Along the way, he was distracted by something he saw outside the window. Hysterically, he began pointing and yelling.
Mom! An EGG!
No one paid attention to Esten. Not even me. We have had an incredible amount of snow this year, and I have already noticed the egg looking snow sculptures that have accumulated on top of each flower-pot on the veranda.
Esten: (yelling louder): Mom! EGG!
Me: Yes Esten, I know. Please hurry, you need to get dressed.
Eliane finished her breakfast, ran upstairs, then returned with various hair gadgets for me to attempt to tame her hair. Jr managed to clear his breakfast dishes and disappeared to get dressed. I made lunches, and got Ellie out the door. Jr begins packing his backpack once I tell him to get off the computer, and that is when I noticed Esten, still in his underwear, hypnotized by the damn snow-eggs outside.
I calmly walk to him and grab the small hairs on the back of his neck. And I say, through clenched teeth,`Esten it is time to get dressed.´
Esten gently takes my hand from behind his neck and responds through equally clenched teeth,` Mama, there is an egg outside, and I am not going to school until you see it!´
A groan of frustration escapes my throat, I roll my eyes and surrender. Esten leads me to the window. I peer out across our snow covered lawn, the fog was as thick as pea soup, and when my eyes focused, I saw a moose!
In our down-town backyard, a huge moose!
I scream out in surprise and scramble to find a camera. Esten, began dancing a dance of satisfaction in his underwear and said, `See I told you there is an egg out there!´
Me: Esten, You said egg! Why didn´t you say moose!?
Esten: Mama, Moose in Norwegian, is egg!
Me: No it isn´t! Moose in Norwegian, is elg!
That´s when I was reminded of being a foreigner. Things are not always what I think I hear. Moose=Elg, and with an American accent, it sounds like `ellg´. However, Esten pronounced it with a thick almost silent`L´, the way any proper Norwegian would.
I apologize to my little man and give him a hug before rushing him off to get ready.
I couldn´t find the camera fast enough, but managed a blurry shot with my phone as our breakfast guest wandered over to the neighbor´s yard.
What an unforgettable morning!
Today, my eggs came with a side of moose and a hug from Esten!
How about yours?
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