Our big event today, got scrambled. The tiniest Furlong is only seventeen months old. The nursery she goes to wouldn’t take her today because yesterday she was “poorly” as they say here in England. So her Mummy, the star of the Furlong show, was rather stumped.
But, we solved the problem.
The oldest Furlong (me) would stay with the tiniest Furlong and watch “the event” on live stream while the rest of the Furlong family attended “the event” en masse.
However, this Furlong had THE most frustrating day!
Was the baby naughty?
This Furlong spent a good few hours (or more) trying to make scrambled eggs.
The tiniest Furlong lives in a modern house with underfloor heating and other secret stuff – like a stove from Apha Centauri.
It’s black, flat, shiny like a spacecraft, no buttons, no knobs, just shiny black surface embedded in a counter.
Have the egg.
Have a pan.
Have the butter.
Don’t have the heat.
Am computer literate.
But not with THIS stove.
So, the oldest Furlong gives the youngest Furlong other food, even though Mum stipulated scrambled egg for lunch today. And then puts her down for a nap in time to watch the very successful live stream all alone.
the oldest Furlong goes on YouTube and watches a video that tells her exactly how to work a stove that looks like a spacecraft with no control panel.
The oldest Furlong’s not stupid.
When baby awakes, oldest and cleaverest Furlong quickly makes deeelicious scrambled eggs that she has struggled to do for a minimum of two hours (or more).
Little Furlong is seated in the high chair having woken from her nap. and the oldest Furlong triumphantly offers her the world’s longest, most difficult, challenging, complicated, computer assisted scrambled eggs.
Little Furlong takes one look and turns her head away firmly.
“Na!” she says.
And that is that.