This was several years ago, when my grandson, James, was about 12 years old, we had a little issue with eggs.  He'd been cooking since he was six years old...  at least that's when I began teaching him about cooking. By the time he was eight years old, he could make you a breakfast like you would never forget.  Eggs, bacon, toast...  And perfect eggs the way you wanted them. My grandson, James, of whom I'd had custody, was very energetic, with AD/HD, and impulsive...  and I do mean IMPULSIVE...  And yes, he lives in my house. On this particular day, my wife was working, and I don't eat when she was gone, so I didn't need to go into the kitchen...  and I spent my time in the den working. Well, that evening James wanted something to eat.  He asked if he could make some eggs, and I told him that was fine and he left the room. After a while, I realized things were very quiet, but James could cook and not MAKE much noise...  so that didn't bother me.  After a bit he came in and said, "Pappy, I dropped an egg."  Of course I said, 'That's OK...  just clean it up.' Later, as I headed toward the kitchen.  I walked down the hall and called to James to see if he was alright, and he pleasantly responded from his room across from the kitchen.  As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that someone had been there and repainted...  they used tempera paint...  for those of you who aren't into art, tempera is made from eggs... I looked to the other end of the 16 foot long kitchen...  and it was yellow and white.  Into the pantry at the other end of the kitchen, I saw eggs broken on the floor in front of the fridge.  There were eggs splattered horizontally across the cupboards...  and I looked up at the light fixtures, and there dripping from the glass globes, was gooey egg whites...  It was like stalactites in a cavern.  Goo was stringing down, delicately stretching several inches...  ending in a small orb...  I didn't walk further because there was egg on the floor... I slowly turned around and low and behold, behind me were eggs running down the wall...  And I looked through the bathroom door...  egg splattered behind AND over the towels...  on the toilet...  and in the shower... I called James out, and slowly he walked out with his head slightly hanging.  I asked him why he did this...  he said that “I dropped an egg and it made me mad”  ...so he threw the other eggs.  He didn't throw just a few...  but he threw TWO-AND-A-HALF DOZEN EGGS!!!  That's THIRTY EGGS SPLATTERED FROM ONE end of the kitchen to the OTHER!!!  ...not to mention the eggs in the hall, bathroom, and pantry. But by now, it was nigh time to go get my wife from her job, so I packed James into the car and took him...  to give the eggs time to firm up... When we got back an hour later, I hesitantly explained to my wife that she not go into the kitchen...  That James had some cleaning to do first.  Oh yes, I'd taught him that we must clean up after cooking... Since it was after midnight, Teresa went to bed, and on the way she says, "There's eggs on the wall in the hall..." James spent about two to two-and-a-half hours scrubbing, and cleaning...  and even now, years later, we can find traces of egg yellow behind some trim, behind the refrigerator, or in some other obscure location... When he was heading to bed, I asked, "James, did you make your eggs for supper?"  He replied, "No Pappy..." Indeed, having an AD/HD child living in your home will make for no boredom...  never a dull moment.  AEAMT Home Our Mission     Our Vision     Tenets of Faith From Us     The Pastor     Contact Us