Margaret made breakfast.
It was pretty good. She cracked the eggs (thoroughly – those eggs know that they’ve been cracked) and poured in the liquids and stirred. I may have helped a little bit, and I certainly cooked them, but she did a lot of it.
She also picked out Leo’s presents. She thought that he needed a tie (Daddy yikes ties, Mommy), and some big Legos (so he can play wiv me, Mommy and build a house with a roof, a big one), and a blue hippo (because Daddy likes the zoo and the hippos and the blue one he likes so he wants it).* So she’s doing pretty well, I think.
*This last reason was a little less coherent, which I attribute to the fact that it’s much harder to explain why Leo would want a blue hippo.