Whose idea was it to read A Chick Hatches?!?!

Um, that would be mine. While Tom was gone, we would read it aloud every day to the nest on our porch. Eventually, the chick did hatch! A little Robin. He fell from his nest a little too soon, but learned to fly within a few days. We kept our eyes on him while he hobbled around the yard.

Since then, the kids are fascinated with eggs. Tabitha and Aiden had to confirm the contents of an egg – by cracking it on the living room carpet. (Hmm… Peanut Butter, Eggs, and Chili powder have been spilled on this carpet.. sounds like the beginnings of a Thai dish ;-))

Tabitha just brought me one. “Is there a chick in this one?”
“No, Tab. That one has not been fertilized.”
She is so hopeful that surely one out of 18 eggs in the carton will have a chick, that she keeps carrying eggs around the house to ask me about each one.

Thomas found one under the couch this morning!

Yes, there is a rule, now, about taking things out of the fridge without permission.

And, yes, egg whites DO take the finish off of hardwood floors. Just a good factoid for all of you to file away.