If you know me then you know one simple fact about me. Ambe don’t eat scrambled eggs. It’s not for any real reason other than scrambled eggs look funny, taste strange, and I don’t think they there are cooked thoroughly. This fact was discovered by my father when I was about five or six.
He fixed breakfast; scrambled eggs, grits, and bacon. He served it to me and went to get my little brother ready for the day. He was about a year old. When he came to check on me and see if I was finished he discovered that I had ate everything but the eggs.
“Ambe eat your eggs so we can leave.”
“I don’t like scrambled eggs, they look funny.”
“Ambe, I’m not playing with you, we don’t have all day for this. Eat them eggs or I’m gonna whip you.’
This was the first power struggle, and I won. Continue reading