Eggs

This morning I made eggs for breakfast. The boys love them fried in olive oil. Robbie likes them "right" with a nice yellow, leaky yoke, and Ty likes his "wrong" with the yoke cooked. Regardless, I'm going to be broke by the time they're teens.

I ate one.
Ty ate two.
Robbie stopped after three.
Jimmy had four. (Need I remind you this child is ONE year old!)

Yes, ten eggs, people.