October 24, 2012 by CassieCravings
We have had an egg incident before.
This specific incident was started with a Baby Einstein DVD. It was about shapes. Eli found the segment on oval shaped eggs especially fascinating.
From the next room, I heard him belt out an original song, “Eggs are ovals! Ovals and eggs! Eggie eggs Ovals…”
Then the room got quiet. As parents, we all know the dangers of a quiet room and a toddler.
I yelled out, “Eli-O? What are you up to?”
A pause, then, “Nuffing.”
Oh yeah. It was time to move. “Nuffing” means that the room has been absolutely destroyed. I stood up and tried to casually dash to the living room.
Eli met me half way. He was holding an egg in one hand a sippie cup full of eggs in the other.
I froze. It’s best to approach these situations without startling the toddler.
“Heeeyyyyy there,” I smiled.
“I like oval eggs. I’s gunna squuishes them withs my BIG MUSCKLES!”
“Uh-huh,” I gulped, “May I have them, please?”
He sighed, “Sure, my mama. I shares with you.”
Quickly I snatched the eggs from his hands with relief.
“I just p’way with the o’der ones.”
“Wait! What other ones?”
Little Eli led me to the kitchen where 36 eggs were neatly laid out along the floor.
“Ta-da!” He gave his best jazz hands and shining grin.
The biggest ta-da was the fact that all 36 eggs were unbroken and only one sported a small crack. Ta-da indeed.