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Bread with Cheese

What’s your favorite thing to cook?
Thanks for this prompt, WordPress!

I’m happy to cook this cheesy version of the classic French toast anytime my toddler asks for it. He calls it bread-with-cheese.

Materials:

1 fresh egg
your preferred milk (I use condensed milk for a little sweetness)
4 slices of bread, sides removed
1 tablespoon of butter
cheese
fork or whisk
mixing bowl
cheese grater

Here are the steps I follow with my toddler:

1. Prepare the materials.

2. Crack the egg open in the bowl. Put the egg shells aside.

3. Add milk to the egg. Stir or whisk.

4. Place the pan on the stove.

5. Ask a grown-up to switch the stove ON to medium heat.Melt the butter in the pan.

6. Dip the bread slice in the bowl. Don’t soak it too much.

7. Ask a grown-up to put the wet slice onto the heated pan. When the slice turns brown, turn it over.

8. Grate some cheese over half of the slice. Fold in the middle.

9. Press the bread. Turn it over. Wait for 2 more minutes. Serve and enjoy!

On Badness

Imagine your 3 year-old being told, “You’re bad! You’re bad!” by a burly grown-up stranger.

I allow my toddler to explore, to be himself, and even at his age, I’ve already been setting healthy boundaries. Unfortunately, I can’t control how his threenager brain works and neither can I control his behavior 100% of the time.

When my little one kicked a stranger, he quickly ran to me and we quickly apologized.

The stranger turned his back on us and, with his booming voice, quipped “I will call the police.”

I whispered to my son, “You are not bad. What you did was bad. We only kick balls and bad people.”

By “bad people,” we mean criminals or the ones who take advantage of the weak.

“We only kick balls,” may sound funny for a grown-up like me. But for my toddler, I think he got the lesson. Besides, it wasn’t the first time I had to tell him that.

Maybe that particular grown-up was in the middle of something and so totally couldn’t be disturbed.

Maybe the grown-up realized his reaction was too much over a little person’s behavior.

Maybe he felt bullied.

Maybe he didn’t care.

Or maybe he DID care.

Still, while I agree that what my son did was a bad thing (with my sincerest apologies) I am honestly not happy nor thankful for a stranger to label my son bad.

At peace

“As far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone,” Scripture says. But it is entirely different from being a people-pleaser.

Being at peace with everyone doesn’t mean we avoid conflict. It means we choose to be kind, compassionate, even when there is conflict.

“…with everyone,” myself included. I must be at peace with who I am and honest with how I feel so my important, closest relationship/s can be fully, wholly real.