not a country boy, except maybe at heart

Actual conversation with my six year old:

Him: “What are those?” pointing at carton of eggs.

Me: “Eggs.”

Him: “We had real eggs at school!”

Me: “More real than these?”

Him: “Yes!! The kind that come from a chicken.”

2 thoughts on “not a country boy, except maybe at heart”

  1. LOL We used to have “real” eggs at my grandma’s farm. It just seemed so wrong to me that a raw egg should have a warm shell. (You know, from the chicken sitting on it.)

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