Life with Lotus Maria and Lucian Stone

But I still feel the need to share. My husband is a wonderful, kind and generous man and a fantastic father... that being said there are times when he is so inept I wonder if he suffered a head trauma or maybe there are some residual after effects from his youthful indulgences. This morning we had one of those episodes where I had to just squint my eyes at him and say "seriously". He is taking the kids out for the day (so obviously I am evil for not just being grateful for the day to myself) and I was preparing snacks for them so that I can attempt to supplement the all carb diet that they normally get on daddy day. I hard boiled some eggs and handed them to Nate in tupperware and this was the following exchange.

Nate: What do I do with these?
Me: Uh, plant them...What do you mean what do you do with them you feed them to the kids
Nate: I know, but how?
Me: What do you mean how?
Nate: How do I open them?
Me: (Paused, because any wise ass thing would not be helpful. But internally I said: "Really? You don't know how to crack an egg. How is that possible? Were you raised in some sort of egg free zone. No chickens in Massachusetts? Along with alcohol were hard boiled eggs banned in Rockport?)
Instead I just took an egg and cracked it and demonstrated for my dear husband.

Nate: Cool, that's easy enough.

And off they went on their fabulous day. But how much do you want to bet that they will return with all the eggs intact and uneaten.