This morning Max declared, "The chicken had to come first - otherwise how could the egg hatch?"
This prompted a big discussion that ranged from incubators to Horton the elephant hatching an egg in "Seussical".
After we had pretty much exhausted the topic, Trey said, "I know one thing. If I ever have to sit on an egg, I'm not wearing my favorite pants."
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One of the dear ladies at my book club passed away this week and I was headed out to her funeral this morning. Trey said, "Good luck at your funeral, mom." Not sure how I should take that . . .
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