This morning, we were eating hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, and to my left I heard a loud crunching noise. It struck me as odd, since hard-boiled eggs are about the quietest thing you can eat for breakfast, so I turned to look.
Yep, my son was chewing on egg shells, and smiling the whole time he was doing it because he liked the sound.
I said, “Please spit those out into the bowl.”
He said, “Why?”
I said, “Because they came out of a chicken’s rear end.”
Come to think of it, is there any better reason than that?
Can egg shells be good for you if they are appropriately cleaned?
THAT, my friend, is a question for my dad, the veterinarian.
1 comment:
awesome story! gotta love boys.
One time Jackson was eating a boiled peanut and ate the hull and all and still asked for more!
But an egg shell! Hilarious and I love your true response.
The maternity ward story is awesome. Makes my deciding between hospitals not so difficult. ;)
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