The Egg Hunter

"Mommy! Eggs!"

I see the little diaper clad Wee Ski running back from the Eglu. Never mind that he just put his boots on, ran outside and decided to check for eggs on his own. Never mind that he isn't quite tall enough to put the Eglu door back on by himself, almost making our chickens truly free-range. Never mind that he ran the egg inside with the aforementioned boots still on, covered in mud, leaving size five muddy footprints all the way back to the sink.

HE FOUND EGGS ON HIS OWN AND HE DID NOT BREAK THEM.

He's famous for holding up an egg, yelling, "Mommy! Eggs!" and then throwing it back into the nest. Essentially, egging our own chickens' home.

But not today.


We are going to feast on that egg this morning. Sooner rather than later, because I can hear him singing the alphabet to himself in his crib while jumping up and down.  Now he's choo-ing like a train and calling out for everyone he knows.

Bon Appétit!