Oh that Kimball

The other day I made myself some eggs on toast.  Just as I sat down I heard the crack of an egg.  It grabbed all my attention for the reason that no one else was upstairs with me except Kimball who is still not one yet.  I turned swiftly as you could imagine and sure enough there is Kimball on a stool, cracking an egg on the frying pan, ready to cook himself some food.  This kid is our fourth child and I have never seen such determination and focus.  Needless to say I am a little worried about the teenage years if he makes it that far.  I feel like most of my time at home is spent protecting him from himself.  Love that Kimball