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!

About Lady in Red

mom of 3
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