Miles loves to watch me cook, and he especially loves to help me cook when the opportunity presents itself. I usually let him hand me the eggs each morning. It's his new job if you will. He really is good about it; he's very careful and soft. However, I am fully aware that one day one of those eggs may be thrown my way as he thinks they are balls that we just happen to keep in the fridge. Living in the danger zone I suppose, it's exciting.