December 16, 2012 by CassieCravings
My 2 year-old darling child has a fascination with eggs. He quietly sneaks away to steal them out the refrigerator and to line them up one-by-one along the kitchen floor.
During the last egg incident, I asked why he continually got them out. His response: “I likes ‘da eggs be’tause they’s cold to my fingers. Eggs are crunchy on ‘da outside and super squishy, squishy on ‘da inside. Yous have to uses gentle fingers with ‘da eggs. I likes to be gentle fingers.”
It’s difficult to argue with such a response. So, I just hugged him and said, “Fair enough.”
I now keep the eggs on a higher shelf and out of sight from my curious little boy. It has worked for the last few weeks.
Today that changed.
I had left Eli in the play room with his dad and uncle. I heard the shrieks of laughter and busy feet as they played. So, I did what moms don’t do often enough: I sat down.
A few minutes passed, and I thought I would add a diet Dr. Pepper to my lovely moment of pure slothfulness. What I found when I entered the kitchen was a curly headed kid bent intently over his work.
“What are you up to?”
“Waiting for ‘da chickens.”
“Waitng for what chicke…Why do you have eggs?”
“Wellll..be’tause I want to see ‘da chickens in ‘da eggs. But they not hatchin’, so I, Eli, is gonna makes a choo-choo train. Choo Choo!!!”
We carefully placed the eggs back in their carton. I suggested we get out his big dump truck. He hesitantly agreed, but then began to smile, “I shares my big dump trucks withs you, my mama. I play with you?”
So, my moment of laziness was cut short, but for a very important dump truck play date with my favorite 2 year-old.