He ate both of his eggs. Then he ate one of my eggs. And then he ate some yogurt. So apparently, I should be making two eggs for me, and three eggs for both A. and Cubby.
The rest of those hens had better start laying soon. I've got a growing boy, here. Who seems able to eat as much as his full-grown, quite large father.
I'm in so much trouble when this kid is a teenager.
* The MiL was out--I didn't just refuse to make her dinner or anything.