My son’s new thing is having these heavy conversations first thing in the morning.
Son: Do you ever wonder if there was a baby in the eggs we buy?
Me: There aren’t any; it’s impossible.
Son: Then how do the hens know which is a baby and which they just pooped out?
Me: I don’t know but they only make eggs for eating- I don’t know about how the others become babies.
Son: Ever think we’re eating their poop? After all, they poop out the egg.
Me: I don’t know that they’re pooping- maybe they have a different hole.
Son: Could you imagine if we pooped eggs?
Me: Would you shut up!
