okay – just kidding…….
You knew I could not stay away that long. Something (that I thought was) funny happened and I just wanted to share.
So, we’re eating dinner and some how, some way we start talking about food. Flower asks about eggs.
Flower: You mean they take the eggs from their mother?
Flower: Isn’t that mean?
Me: Not really, a hen lays a ton of eggs.
Flower: But that is just mean. Really. Really. Mean. Don’t you think that is mean?
Bear: They’re different – they aren’t fertilized. (Apparently he is a mathematician and a scientist.)
Me: What he said. (and hoping, praying that no one asks what fertilized means.)
Me to Bear: Really?
Angel: Eggs are good. Can we have some for breakfast? (Very sympathetic, that one.)
Flower: But mom even if you had 20 kids, you would be sad if some one took even just one away?
Me: You do realize we are eating chicken for dinner, right?
Hugs and kisses!