The Bairn's kitchen is currently upstairs in his bedroom and last week I pulled out a few more items of food for him to play with--a watermelon, an egg, a slice of cheese. Saturday morning I was changing Ellen's diaper in the guest room, which is next door to The Bairn's room. The Bairn called to me from the hall and held up an egg. "[Bairn] have an egg," he announced. "Oh, what are you going to do with it? Cook it up in your kitchen?" I asked. He turned and chucked it down the stairs.
It was not until I heard Steve's sputtering that I realized it was not the play egg that had gone down the stairs. It was a real egg that The Bairn had carefully removed from an egg carton and carried upstairs to show me. For some reason, I found this incident terribly amusing. Probably because I wasn't the one cleaning up the mess.
4 comments:
Everyone knows a real egg is better than a fake egg!
"All things are relative". Be glad he did not throw the whole carton.
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So much more hilarious when you don't have to clean it up.
Moo--I never have been good at telling the difference, have I?
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