Here is my next children's story for the A-Z challenge.
"Did you wash your hands?" asked Momma.
"Yes." answered Sam, holding them out for inspection.
"Here." Momma handed him an egg. "Be careful not to drop it."
"What will happen if I do?"
"It will break."
"Would it make a mess?"
"Yes, Sam. It would. Just be careful, ok?"
"Ok Momma. How many eggs can I crack?"
Momma held up the recipe.
"Three eggs." read Sam.
Sam wrapped his hand around the egg. There was no way he was going to drop it.
He tapped it against the counter. Nothing happened. He would have to hit it harder. He tightened his grip on the egg and brought it towards the counter as hard as he could.
It worked. The shell shattered into hundred's of pieces.
"Ick! Momma, help!"
Sam looked up at Momma. Egg was dripping down his face.
"How did you get it in your hair, Sam?"
"I don't know. It exploded."
"Lets get you cleaned up" Said Momma.
She led him to the bath room and began to fill tub.
"Do you have to scrub my hair so much?" Sam asked. He ran a hand through his spiky, soapy hair.
"I'm afraid I do. This egg doesn't want to come out."
"Can you finish the eggs?" Sam wasn't about risk needing another hair wash.
"Of course I can." Momma answered.
The next day Momma pulled eggs out of the fridge and placed them on the counter.
"What are you making today, Momma?"
"Scrambled eggs and toast."
"Yum! Can I crack the eggs?"
"Can you be gentle?"
"I can try." said Sam.
"Ok. You can give it a shot."
Sam lifted the egg and was about to crack it against the counter. He stopped.
"I'll be right back."
He came back with one of his old baseball caps. He pulled it down over his hair.
"There." he said. "Now if it explodes you can just wash my hat. You won't have to scrub my hair."
He cracked every last egg. Not a single one exploded but he was much happier knowing he was ready for anything.