It was a quiet morning, and Bibi’s tummy was rumbling. He woke up feeling very hungry, but Dad was still busy cleaning the kitchen.
“I’m so hungry,” Bibi muttered, rubbing his belly. He decided to take matters into his own hands and find something to eat.
Climbing up on a stool near the kitchen counter, Bibi spotted a basket of eggs. “These look delicious!” he said excitedly. Carefully, he reached for one. But as he tried to hold it in his tiny hands, it slipped and—CRACK!—fell onto the counter, the golden yolk spreading everywhere.
“Oh no!” Bibi gasped, his eyes widening in shock. He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at the mess he’d made.
Just then, Dad walked in and saw the broken egg. “Bibi, what happened here?” he asked gently.
Bibi looked down, his cheeks turning pink. “I’m sorry, Dad,” he said softly. “I was so hungry, and I wanted to get food by myself. I didn’t mean to break the egg.”
Dad knelt down and hugged Bibi. “It’s okay, Bibi. I’m proud of you for being honest and apologizing. Next time, just ask me for help, okay?”
Bibi nodded. “Okay, Dad. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Now, let’s clean this up together and make something yummy to eat,” Dad said, grabbing a cloth.
With Dad’s help, Bibi cleaned up the mess, and they made a delicious scrambled egg breakfast together. As they ate, Bibi smiled and said, “This is even better than trying to cook alone. Thanks, Dad!”
Dad laughed. “Cooking together makes it special, Bibi. And I’ll always help you when you’re hungry.”