Father's Day egg-stravaganza

 She had the occasion (Father's Day), the new gear (apron, chef's hat and utensils given to her for her birthday) and the leftovers (various meats and cheeses from her birthday party). How could Sydney not make scrambled eggs for breakfast Sunday?

After checking with Jeff multiple times on what ingredients he'd like whisked into his scrambled eggs, she was ready to get to work. I think she cracked six of the eggs, and I only had to fish out one small piece of shell. Not bad!

Next up, stirring in the "santro" (cilantro) and onions that we had set to go in her new prep cups. And then it was time to use her new whisk.

And last but not least, her new spatula. Which she decided to name Patch. But she's NOT naming it like Sponge Bob named his spatula in a recent episode she watched. Because he named his spatula Fifi, and a spatula named Patch is totally different.

At last it was time for the most exciting part of the process. Serving breakfast on the couch to her favorite customer.

Nice photobomb, AJ!

As she brought Jeff his breakfast, Sydney spoke in what I think was supposed to be an English accent. Because that apparently makes it more formal and special.

And then she gave him a big hug and returned to a more normal voice as she wished him a happy Father's Day. Which really was the most special part of all.