I live life on the Edge. 

Ms.S has grown Mighty, she can pull the frigde door open with her tiny mighty hands. 

Her fingers manage to reach the egg tray. 

Yes. Thats the edge i am Living on. 

I stepped out of my room and saw S. tip toeing out of the kitchen cupping two fragile eggs. One in each hands. 

My jaw dropped to the floor and I dragged it with lightning speed and did notstop till i had safely placed the potentially disastrous item back to its place. 

Two eggs and a splatter. Na-ah. 

Cant handle that shit.